I Trust You

Death on the Plane

"Flight 208 to South Africa?" A voice calls.

Grace lifts her gaze from her screen and gathers her small Louis Vuitton pouch, courtesy of John, and makes her way towards the growing line.

"So, you excited?" Grace asks, her eyes flickering to Vincent. "I mean we are going to a completely different country."

Vincent grunts as he lifts his black duffel onto his shoulder then a second later switches the bag onto his other shoulder.

"You really can't contain your excitement?" Grace teases, powering down her phone and shoving it into her pouch.

"My mind is on the business opportunities I can attain there not hanging around in the sun and eating African delicacies."

Grace smacks her lips as she turns her back to him and draws her attention to the pale man scanning tickets and checking passports. Her eyes wander towards the busy airport, the people and moving aeroplanes just past the large glass. For a brief second her heart drops; she'll miss this place. A week might not be a very long time but for Grace, America had become her sanctuary, her home. Here she'd met Vic, John, Mr and Mrs Cho and even Bastard Raymond.

I wonder how South Africa's like now? Has it changed since I'd last been there?

Shaking the thoughts from her head Grace takes a step forward and hands the man her passport. The green-eyed official, quickly scans her ticket, ripping off a section of it, before flipping open her passport and staring intently at her.

"I know I've improved a whole lot since I last took that picture." Grace jokes, taking back her passport and torn ticket. "I washed off the temporary tattoos and shaved the mohawk."

The man blinks before he breaks into a large smile; his large front teeth on full display.

"Get out of here before my boss catches me smiling." He laughs, pushing Grace forward and grabbing Vincent's ticket. "She hates happiness."

Grace quickly leans over to him.

"I think our bosses would get along." She whispers, nodding her head to a blank faced Vincent.

Grace steps outside the building, the cold air whipping her thin grey shirt around. Glancing back, Grace spots Vincent approaching her.

"Ready?" Grace asks, her eyes squinted as she glances up at Vincent.

Instead of answering, like any level-headed, decent human being would, he simply walks past, his eyes on the waiting blue and white bus.

"Guess so." Grace mumbles jogging up to him.

The two take a seat and wait a few more minutes for the seats to fill up.

"Upon arrival what's first on the agenda?" Vincent asks, loosening his tie.

"Well, collect the rented car, check in at the hotel and get some proper food in our stomachs."

Grace meets his grey, icy eyes.

"You mean in terms of work?" Leaning back, Grace watches as couple hops in, their hands tightly wound together. "Well, we only start proper work on Thursday. Now, you have to remember the time difference. South Africa is a whole two hours ahead of us and out flight is almost 16 hours long. So, we'll arrive there Thursday morning and I know for a fact we'll be tired."

"Tired?"

"Yeah, it's a thing us humans experience. If that's the case we'll start working late Thursday around one p.m."

"You still haven't answered the question."

Grace rolls her eyes back, a loud sigh escaping her lips.