𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝗼𝐮 [] 𝐥𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧

prologue

(I can't speak spanish, so please correct me, thank you)
    ⚠️(also, strong language warning!!)⚠️

'SHE DID A-FUCKING-GAIN! ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW!' Rhea screamed all of a sudden. Her mother, who sat at the other side of the table, looked up, shock clear in her eyes.

'Rhea? Who did wha-' she started, but when she looked in her daughters eyes, she knew who she meant.

'That zorro who used to call herself my friend? That absolute scumbag, Celia' she said furiously. Her mom gave her that look: 'Language Rhea, why are you still talking to that idiotic girl' her mother tried to reason the girl. But the gift to be angry for a long time didn't help with this.

At that exact moment, her father entered the house: 'Hello my favourite women! How was your da-' he started, but saw his wife shaking her head lightly. He looked down at his daughter, and sat down beside her.

Her long brown hair framed her face. He cleared his throat, and she looked to the left, her piercing blue eyes looking straight into his darker blue ones. 'Rhea, darling. Was it Celia again?' she just nodded her head, but while doing so, she just bursted into tears.

Her temper had his highs and his lows, and right now, she was at a low. 'Oh darling' he said, while feeling the tears dampen his shirt. She tried to talk, but she started to hiccup instead. She heard her mother chuckling, while getting water for her.

After a few minutes, she breathed out and started. 'It's just everything you know? Celia acting like a complete bitch, this online class shit, the pushing of school to find a internship. I don't even know what to do?' she said, feeling tears coming up again. Her father breathed out, and giggled a bit.

'Darling, I may have an idea for you' he said, while her eyes instantly filled with joy again. It was just another weird gift from their daughter; her smile almost instantly filled the room. It was infectious.

'You know I've been doing business lately?' he asked her. She nodded: 'Yeah, that's why you always leave me to watch the Formula 1 races alone, which absolutely sucks may I add' she stated. He shook his head lightly.

'Well, I never told you with WHO' he started again, while he saw the girl in front of him fill with confusion, 'I've been talking to Andreas Seidl-' he tried to say, but was instantly interrupted by a jumping girl: 'The team principal of McLaren?! That's INSANE dad! Oh my god!' she half screamed, but sat down again when she saw the look on his face. She turned red.

He cleared his throat while he continued: 'So I've heard they are looking for an intern on the PR team, and since you are looking for an internship in that department or the engineering department, I... Recommended you to him' he said while smiling. Her mouth fell open, but closed it immediately, she lost all her vocabulary. And let me tell you, she knows a lot of words.

'Even though there is a pandemic, they want to see you tomorrow at MTC for some kind of interview to see if you fit in.'

She was shocked at first. [I can't seem to find the name of Lando's PR, so we just go with it]

'Dad, who will I follow?' she asked, now voice filled with insecurity.

'Lucy Roberts, PR of Lando Norris' he said back.

She just nodded slowly. She had watched F1 since she was a child; hell, she is still karting, but she never looked at the drivers. At least; not like the rest of the world. She watched interviews, press conferences and such, but that's about it. And the races of course.

She gave her father a hug, and went upstairs to look through her clothes. She eventually decided to go with a black long sleeve v-neck shirt, and some high waist jeans. She grabbed her Dr. Martins from under her bed, and sighed contently.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

She could feel it.

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        Saturday morning ; London 08.30

Living in London had it's benefits. It would only be a 45 minute drive, even though she could take her own car. People called her a brat, just because she drove a Mercedes, she always just sighed and just ignored them. Her dad was a successful businessman and her mother was a surgeon in hospital. It wasn't like she got everything from her parents; she had a average paying job at the restaurant a few blocks away.

She screamed the lyrics of the song blasting through her car:

'Baby, we don't need no money
No worries tonight
Start a party in the living room
Turn it up until we feel it boom
Baby, let's get fucking crazy and lose track of time'

After the song had finished, she got to the gates. She told her name, and within a second it opened for her. Her eyes widened at the gorgeous building in front of her. Even though McLaren was in fact her favourite team, she never imagined to be here...

She stepped out of the car, and when she entered the building she was instantly welcomed by a blond haired woman: 'Rhea Valentina Ortego?' she tried to say. Rhea just chuckled, 'yea that's me!'. The woman sighed happily, 'I'm Lucy, Lucy Roberts. Your father told some of us how gorgeous you are, he was certainly not lying!' she said. Rhea already liked her. But then it clicked. She saw her belly: 'You're pregnant' Rhea stated.

Lucy looked down confused, sure she was already showing a bit, but not that much that a 19 year old would be able to tell. Rhea chuckled: 'My mom works in a hospital as a surgeon, not that it has anything to do with pregnancies. I've been there a couple of times'. Lucy laughed with her. Rhea's smile WAS infectious.

The two woman didn't ever hear the doors opening, until another voice joined them. A British accent which send chills down Rhea's spine.

'Lucy? Who may this lovely looking lady be?', he said. Rhea turned towards the man, and she went a light shade of red. She held her hand out, which he gladly took: 'Hi, I'm Rhea Valentina Ortego. Hopefully new intern with Lucy' she said happily.

He shook her hand, and looked her straight in the eye. His curls a bit bouncy.

'Hi Rhea. I'm Lando Norris'