"I'm late. Flippen hell, I'm late!" Grace groans, throwing her light pink Louis Vuitton heels over the arm rest and dumping her bag onto the passenger seat as she throws herself into her Volvo. "I'm dead.He's going to skin me alive and feed me to the pigs."

Grace swiftly puts the car into reverse as she pulls out the parking lot with an ear piercing screech.

"Come on!" Grace shouts, slamming her hands against the steering wheel as a small Fiat stops at the green light. "I can't deal with this right now."

Pulling the gear back to one, Grace swerves around the car quickly sticking her hand out the window to show the Fiat owner some love.

"Okay, we're on our way. Not a big deal." Grace rushes, as she weaves in and out past cars. "I'll just say there was traffic, yes, traffic."

For a brief second Grace envisions herself in Mr.Maxwell's basement office, her hand on the chair as she tells him that traffic was slow and she couldn't, even if she tired, get to work any earlier.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I really tired." Grace would say, thick sweat gushing out of her like water out a well spring.

"Really?" He'd answer, his steel eyes on Grace.

"Yes, sir."

"Well, if that's the case..." He'd drawl out, reaching for the phone on his desk. "I'd better call the pigs and fetch my carrot peeler."

"Girl focus!" Grace says, shaking her head clear as she zooms right past a red light. "And carrot peeler? Really?"

Taking a deep breath, Grace sneaks a glance at the dashboard.

"Ten o' five!" Grace cries, slamming her bare foot onto the accelerator. "A whole five minutes late. Five minutes! That's like a century to him."

Grace roughly chews on her nail as she waits behind a grey Mercedes.

"You know what? Lets be productive." She mumbles reaching her hand into her bag and fishing out her phone.

Quickly unlocking it, a picture of Grace and Vic, at a town carnival a few states away, pops up. Grace takes a second to admire they're smiling faces. During the time Vic hand gone through an emo phase. She insisted on wearing black all the time and blasting  heavy metal music through her speakers. Soon after she met John at a local bar and away the black went. Grace breaks out into large smile before quickly swiping away the picture and opening up safari.

"Plane tickets to South Africa." Grace mumbles, her fingers sliding over the keys with ease as she quickly glances up at the stationery Mercedes.

"Come on." Grace sighs as the page slowly loads.

Just as the light turns green, Grace quickly clicks the small call button on the SAA website.

"Welcome to the South African Airline Customer Care Centre, how may I help you?" A deep female voice says from the other line.

"Oh hello, you're speaking to Grace and I would like to book two tickets from New York to South Africa." Grace says, as she quickly glances at her rearview mirror and swerves into the Maxwell & Partners underground parking lot.

"Between which dates, ma'am?" The voice asks, the small tapping of keys coming through the line.

"Um, for tomorrow till Friday?" Grace hums, putting the phone on speaker as she slowly manoeuvres her Volvo between a small yellow bug and Toyota Fortuner.

"We have two planes, one leaves at five a.m. and the other one p.m." The voice says.

"I'll take later one please." Grace mumbles, reaching over for heels.

"One p.m it is." The voice says, a string of nosies coming from the other side.

"You are aware you need a South African visa?"

"We'll just need one. I'm already a citizen."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes." Grace coughs out, taking her bag and sliding out the car.

"Well, can I have the details of the other passenger please?"

"Um, can you give me an access code instead?" Grace asks, wobbling over to the elevators.

"So, you want to carry on with the application online?"

"Yes, I just wanted to secure the tickets."

"Perfect. I'll just send the username and password to this number and you can continue on with the process."

"Thank you so much." Grace says, stepping into the elevator and quickly hitting the 'G' button. "You did make it first class right?"

"No, but I can quickly change it."

"Please do." Grace mumbles, walking across the busy lobby.

Grace spots Florinda leaning over her desk, a huge grin on her face,  as she taps her index finger against her wrist.

"I know." Grace mouths, picking up her pace.

Making her way to the other set of elevators, Grace quickly hunches over taking a large gulp of air.

"I need to exercise more."

"Excuse me?" The woman on the phone says, the tap of the keyboards ceasing.

"Oh, nothing just thinking out loud." Grace says, sliding into the elevators and pressing the '-1' key.

"Okay, then I've fixed up that little error and moved you to business class instead, if that's okay?"

"No, that's alright."

"It's a tad bit more expensive but not by much."

"Don't worry I'm not paying, girl"

"You got yourself a blesser?" The girls says, her voice thick with laughter.

"I wish." Grace laughs.

"Anyway, I've just sent the link with the username and password."

"Okay, thank you." Grace mutters, jogging past Mr.Maxwell's secretary.

"Goodbye."

"Bye."

Grace drops the phone into her bag as she stares at his office door.

"Traffic, Grace, you were in traffic."

Tentatively lifting her hand up, Grace knocks.

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Hey Luvies,

A bit of a shorter chapter today, I'm making up for those two extra long ones.

Anyway, our 2 babies are going to South Africa!!!!!!!!!!!

I wasn't sure about this and planned for them to go somewhere within the U.S but I thought: "Nah, this is a smidge more wild and unexpected."

So, yeah....(weird awkward silence).......

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