Marcelo's having lunch and contemplating the ways he's succeeding at his job. He can go places by himself, for example, as long as he sticks to a pre-printed map.
As he finishes his sandwich and is about to head back to the mailroom, he's intercepted by Wendell, who wants to talk about—what else?—Jasmine.
Amazingly enough, Jasmine won't go out with him. Imagine that. But he wants to know if she ever talks about him to Marcelo.
Marcelo says no, and the conversation turns into one more of Wendell's lectures about women, including how the secretaries at the law firm are all hot in some way.
Blah, blah, blah. Wendell's even more of a one-track mind than Marcelo, and his track is headed nowhere good. He leaves Marcelo wondering what exactly makes a woman attractive, and if he himself could ever feel attraction.
Back in the mailroom, Marcelo reports to Jasmine that Wendell thinks she's beautiful, and she tells Marcelo that Wendell can't be trusted.
There's that word again: trust. It's safe to say it totally confounds our friend Marcelo.