"So Grace how did the interview go?" Asks John as he pierces his T-bone steak.

Currently Grace, Vic and John, Victoria's millionaire husband, sit at one of their favourite steakhouses in the city. After Grace had called Vic earlier about needing a distraction from her suckish life Vic knew exactly what would cheer the girl up.

Dead meat and red wine always heal the heart is what she told Grace as they picked her up from her apartment three hours ago.

"Um." Mumbles Grace distractedly. "Before it even started I somehow managed to embarrass myself but I think it went okay. They didn't have that torment look when I left so..."

"So you should be expecting a call soon?" John asks taking a sip of his JC Le Roux.

Grace shrugs her shoulder and pops another potato chip into her mouth.

"I don't know." Grace says looking around the bustling restaurant. "You're the one with all the connections you tell me."

Grace sends John a small smile which he returns with a bigger one.

"Well, my connections tell me that you're a shoe in."

"Your wife is hardly a reliable source Mr. Waters." Grace laughs taking a much needed gulp of her white wine.

"Hey, this wife happens to be sitting right next to him." Vic answers playfully glaring at Grace. "I'll take back those Versace bracelet I got you if you continue ridiculing me."

"No!" Grace playful rasps grabbing onto her hair. "Anything but the Versace bracelets I would rather chop off my legs and sell them to you for a penny."

"I believe a pound of flesh will do." Victoria laughs.

"You always seemed to resonate with Shylock so your requests does not rattle me, young maiden." Grace mutters chewing at her steak fillet.

"You guys banter like old people." John remarks signalling for the waiter to come collect the plates.

"Old people nah." Victoria answers staring into John's pale blue eyes. "Sexy, immortals fighting for rule over the kingdom, hell yes."

Grace drags her gaze away from the couple as they're lips meet.

I wish I had that.

"So, how's Raymond?" John asks snaking his arm around Vic's shoulders. "It feels like an eternity since I last saw him."

No, not him anything but him.

Grace shoves the bubbling emotions as it threatens to explode right in front of the couple. Gripping onto the chair Grace forces a tight smile.

"Um, he's-"

My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,

And they're like,

Its better than yours,

Damn right its better than yours,

I can teach you,

But I have to charge

Grace's quickly launches for her cellphone, trying to stop the embarrassing ringtone before any of the other customers can hear it.

Grace quickly swipes accepts and stands up to answer the phone in private, just as she leaves she sees Vic and John's eyes rimmed with tears as they laugh at suggestive choice of music.

Grace sticks her tongue out at them and enters the restaurants balcony which overlooks the 13:00 traffic.

"Hello, Mrs. Fontanel?" A stern, feminine voice asks.

"Yes, I'm here." Grace answers.

"I'm Ms.Mel from Maxwell & Partners are you able to talk right now?"

Hell yah.

"Of course." Grace says as her heartbeat skyrockets.

This conversation will define whether you can but those new Gucci Bloom shoes or not. Just be calm.

"You recently came in for an interview for the role of Senior Brand Manager, correct?"

"Correct."

"You were interviewed by Mr. Ownes and Mrs. Boards, correct?"

"Yes, yes." Grace mumbles impatiently.

"And how did they treat you?" The voice mumbles as if going through a mental checklist. "Were they in accordance with code 22?"

"Code 22?"

"Yes, code 22." Ms. Mel says. " Would you like me to recite it."

"No!" Grace cries. "Yes, they were totally and definitely up to code."

A long silence stretches over the 2 and Grace quickly glances at her phone to make sure the line wasn't cut.

"Hello?" Grace asks.

"Ms. Fontanel an HR meeting was help yesterday in regards to the role and the decision was taken to hire you for the role of Senior Brand Manager, do you accept?"

Ah! They flippen accepted me. I'm amazing. Yes!

"Yes, yes." Grace fumbles her heart jumping for joy. "I accept a thousand times."

"Adequate." Ms. Mel answers. "Obviously we have to wait for the current work cycle to end which will be on the 30th, this means on the 1st you are required to be at the office ready with the paperwork and work ethic."

"Perfect."Grace answers unable to remove the huge grin on her face. "That would be great."

"Thank you Ms.Fontanel the paperwork will be emailed to you and we as Maxwell & Partners welcome you to the team."

Ms.Mel drops the call and Grace stares off into the traffic before jumping up down in her 2inch heels and screeching loud enough to turn the heads of the restaurant customers.

"I got the job!" Screams Grace into the busy streets. "I got the job! I'm awesome."

Laughing uncontrollably Grace saunters back to Vic and John and grins wildly at them.

"What?" Vic asks staring at Grace. "Is Gucci having a sale because its been a while since we've seen you this happy?"

Awhile? Have I really been that depressed?

"First off, I care about other things other than shoes and clothes. Secondly, you'll definitely see this 5 star time a lot more often and lastly I just got a call from Maxwell & Partners and I got the job!"

"You're kidding." Vic answers he eyes wide open and a mouth slowly forming into a huge grin. Bumping John's shoulder Vic mutters, "I told you she could do it, you need more faith."

"I knew she could do it, okay?" John drags his gaze away form his wife and looks as Grace. "Little eagle I'm proud of you. Maxwell & Partners is a huge company and I just know you'll fit in great. Congratulations."

"Thank you John." Grace mumbles her eyes watering. " And you too Vic, for everything."

"Always."Vic mutters before she shoots up out her chair. 'But now we've got a huge problem."

"What?" Grace asks staring between John and Vic.

John lets out a heavy sigh and covers his face with his hands.

"Please no" John mutters from behind his hands.

"Please yes." Vic answers flicking Johns shoulder. "Gracie needs some new outfits!"

Outfits? Now you're speaking my language.