"So, your basically going to clean up his shit, in laments terms." The balding man tells me while pacing the other end of the conference room.
"And trust me, thats a lot of shit." He pauses his steps and looks down the room towards me giving me a tight lipped smile of pity mixed with hope.
"I can handle it" what was meant to come out as a strong statement comes out as more of a question. He just nods in response.
"He is a cunt, a liability an accident waiting to happen some would say; I'm sure you've checked the media and got a rough picture but I can tell you hand on heart it's so much worse than you would ever imagine."
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. My brain repeats
"I-I've actually not saw anything, I've not been given a name for who I'm assigned to yet" I tell him honestly, I know it's a driver but that's basically it.
To be completely honest I've been sat here for the last 20 minutes just wishing I had done a deep dive on every driver to cover my own back a little bit to know what to expect, but I didn't. Stupidly.
The most I know about formula 1 and racing cars is from what a tinder match told me when he attempted to use a Max Verstappen pickup line on me and I had no idea what he was talking about.
On the other hand I'm good at my job, that I'm confident of.
"Daniel is a sweetheart, you will never have a issue there, maybe some sarcastic comments taken wrong here and there but other than that your job will be easy" he tells me using his hands to explain. I nod my head to signal that I'm listening while I jot down notes on my notepad.
"I'll send over some details but other than that you're good to go" he tells me with a small reassuring smile signalling the end of the meeting.
I collect my things and stand up walking to the extravagant glass doors that look over the whole of the MTC floods of orange can be seen on the lower levels below.
"Who's the second driver?" I ask as I turn round my hand still holding only the door knob.
He lifts a finger to me signalling to pause as he lifts his phone to his ear. How polite.
With a smile and a shake of my head I leave the room.
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F O U R - LANDO NORRIS
Fanfiction"And I'm tryin' not to kiss you 'cause we've seen how this can end And my therapist, would kill me if she knew that I was here But no one knows me like you know me, dear And no one holds me how you hold me, dear" "You fucked me then you fucked my he...
