I Trust You

The Favour

"Hello everybody, I'm Molinda."

"Molinda..." Mr. Neita drawls out.

"Just Molinda." She answers, pushing up her tinted Aviator glasses which she insisted she needed, stating that they made her look mysterious and bad.

"Okay." Mr.Neita nods, shuffling around his small corner of the room as Chef Tenco stands close to him.

After Grace's and Molinda's little chat yesterday in the all white apartment, Grace had trekked back home, a very short walk considering she just lived next door, with a full stomach and hopeful heart. When she woke up she quickly threw on an old pair of Louis Vuitton heels, a black blazer, pairing it with some black slacks and dark Gucci shirt before hurriedly moving to Molinda's apartment, dragging her into the silver Volvo and driving towards Roman's Hill.

Currently, Molinda, Grace, Vincent, Mr.Neita and Chef Tenco were crammed into the small, 3' x 6', manager's office.

"So, what's your plan, Molinda." Vincent says, perched on the creaky, brown chair behind the dusty office desk. "Miss.Fontanel tells me you're quite a master at what you do."

"It's what puts bread on the table so I have to be." She answers, her head tilted as she crosses her arms over her chest, her legs spread widely apart.

Grace leans back against the wall, her feet cramping in her heels.

"My plan is very simple." Molinda explains, placing herself on the corner of the desk. "We'll conduct a simple but highly effective stakeout."

"No." Chef Tenco sneers, harshly removing his chefs hat and throwing it onto the desk. "Police try that and fail. You only wasting our time."

Molinda slowly moves her gaze towards the red-faced man and gently tilts her glasses forward till her brown eyes meets Chef Tenco's.

"I assume they parked outside with their burritos and Pepsi?"

Chef Tenco keeps quite, his eyes flickering around the room.

"Well, we won't be." Molinda voices, pushing her glasses back up. "We will be on the inside. Waiting. Watching."

"We?" Vincent says, his unwavering eyes on Molinda.

"Yes, Grace and I."

Grace eyes open as she pushes herself off the wall.

"Molinda I don't think..."

"I don't trust anybody else." She says, staring at Grace through the tinted glass. "It could be anybody in this room. You all have a motive. You think you don't get paid enough."

Mr.Neita shrinks back into the corner, his eyes trained on his shoes.

"You," Molinda points to Chef Tenco. "feel you aren't appreciated enough plus you have easy access to the kitchen and finally the boss man, honestly, you might just want insurance money. Who knows, maybe your next plan is to set the hotel on fire, you'd have the perfect suspect. An unmasked vigilante who has been harassing your poor establishment for months. Nobody would suspect you."

Vincent simply shrugs his grey suit jacket off before facing Molinda again, his eyes narrowed.

"The plan. I'm going to need more than 'waiting and watching'."

Vincent crosses his arms as he leans back the chair creaking from the weight.

"Unfortunately, you're just going to have to trust me." Molinda mutters, reaching for her duffel bag. "There's too man eyes and ears. I won't hand my plan over with a silver tray to the perp."

"I said-"

"And I say you aren't paying me for this so, all of this is a favour." Molinda opens the door and gestures towards Grace. "Treat it as such. Let me work and I'll show you results. Au revoir."

"You showed him." Grace grins as Molinda slides in the black, Roman's Hill room key card.

The light shines green before Molinda pushes open the door revealing a small standard room, with a double bed, brown desk and small TV.

"Feels like I just walked into economy." Molinda mutters, tossing the duffel bag onto the bed.

"It's not bad." Grace says, eyeing the white bed duvet tucked neatly into the sides of the bed "There's your favourite colour."

Molinda throws Grace a dirty look before zipping open the bag and throwing out a pile of black clothes, a tan brown file, Cheetos and a sealed box with 2 large black walkie talkies.

"You're legit." Grace murmurs, holding the box in her hand.

"Thank you, now change."

"What?"

Grace throws the box onto the bed before following Molinda to the brown desk.

"You have to change."

"But why." Grace groans, eyeing her sparkling Louis Vuittons.

"You can't conduct a stakeout with what you're wearing. You'll either trip or bring unnecessary attention to us."

"But my heels are black and I can run perfectly in them and my whole outfit screams mysterious. I mean look at this blazer it blends right into the starry cold night."

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes, it does. It's from Country Road and they called this line Hunt when I bought it at the store."

Molinda drags her gaze away from the tan file and narrows her eyes at Grace.

"You're wasting time, I still have to properly brief you. Go. And. Change."

"Fine." Grace moans, her body slacking as she grabs the pile of black clothes.

Walking towards the closet, Grace dumps the clothes onto the floor, opens the closet door and squeezes her Louis Vuitton shoes off before swinging open the small safe door and gently placing the shoes inside.

"Bye my babies. You'll be safe here."

Grace shuts the door with a sigh before keying in 1755 and walking into the bathroom, clothes in hand.

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Hey Luvies,

A bit of a shorter chapter today...only because I was quite tired. The next part will totally be  longer.

Hope you enjoyed and what do you think about Molinda meeting Vincent and joining in on all the fun?

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