I Trust You

Squeaky clean

"He's real special, isn't he?" Florinda asks leaning against the door.

"Who?"

"Mr.Maxwell." She says, walking over to the bathroom sink. "He actually forced you to come to work today even though you'll be here, like what? Two hours."

"I know." Grace says, drying her hands and leaning against the counter. "I planned on spending the day at home packing and sorting some stuff up with my neighbour but at around seven last night he sends this text..."

Grace quickly pulls her phone out her back pocket and open up the message.

" 'You better not be thinking about skipping work.'" Grace says, her voice almost as deep and bland as his. "Ug, the nerve."

"Why did you come anyway? I would have just stayed and home and pretended as if I didn't see the text."

"iPhone," Grace mumbles, waving her phone in the air. " there's this little message that shows up next to your text telling the other person that you've read it."

"And this is why I love my Samsung." Florinda teases, her eyes shining against the bathroom lights.

"Shut up." Grace grumbles, tugging up her light blue jeans for the last time and walking out the bathroom towards Florinda's desk in the buildings lobby.

"Tell me, how have you not been fired yet?" Grace asks, leaning against the desk as Florinda throws herself onto her large brown chair.

Florinda lifts her brow.

"You're always anywhere but here and your bathroom breaks are way too long and often."

"I'm too pretty to be fired, boo." She teases, throwing her brown hair behind her shoulders and batting her lashes. "Who else would catch the executives' attention? Karin from accounting? Oh, please."

"Humble." Grace says, placing her elbows against the desk.

"I know." She answers, leaning back and pulling out a Grazia magazine from behind a stack of files. "So, South Africa?"

"Yep." Grace whispers, her eyes flickering around the busy lobby.

"You excited?"

"Uh..." Grace drawls out, her feet shifting uncomfortably.

"What? Don't want a vacation with Mr. Serious face?" Florinda mumbles, her eyes briefly meeting Grace's before they focus back on the magazine.

"It's not a vacation it's work."

"That's what she said."

"You're impossible." Grace laughs, her shoulders relaxing again.

"Seriously though, have you ever been?" She asks, flipping the page. Grace catches a brief picture of Zendaya in bright red suit.

"To South Africa?" Florinda nods. "Yes...I have."

"Really?" Florinda says, her brows lifted as she tosses her magazine to the side. "Do you have relatives there?"

"Are you asking that because I'm black?" Grace deadpans.

Florinda turns bright red, her face puffing out as her eyes widen.

"What..no...I would never....I'm just." She flounders, her hand over her mouth.

"I'm joking, girl." Grace laughs, her bottom lip between her teeth as she places a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down."

"You suck." Florinda grates, playful pushing Grace's hand back.

"I had to play that card." Grace jokes, putting her weight against the desk. "It was the perfect opening."