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Eve is on her way to her dream as a Physical therapist but it wouldn't be life without a few stones to fall over. One of them is named max Verstappen. The broody racer with trust problems is now in her care, just as much as his Teamma...
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"Allô? Je vous présente Nyneve Yoo"
„Hello Miss Yoo this is Christian Horner. I've been meaning to call you about your application."
"Oh! Yes, thank you for contacting me." The accent Eve thought to be very subtle came through very strong to Christian who didn't know what to expect.
"Okay, so you are interested in the position of the physical therapist for our drivers."
"Yes Sir."
"Why do you want to do this job?" In the background, he could hear people shouting in French and a train passing through at a fast speed.
"I might not know a lot about cars, but I know what I am good at, and that is helping people. Helping people to properly ease their pain and develop a healthy treatment plan."
"Very well said. Introduce yourself to me please."
The French woman now sat down in the metro on her way home. "My name is Nyneve Yoo but everyone calls me Eve. I am twenty-three and am a licensed Physical Therapist who currently works in a nursing home and I have been working there for the past year and a half. I live in Giverny, France, and fluently speak French, Spanish, and English and I don't really know what else to say."
Christian leaned back in his chair looking at the folder of the young woman on the other side of the phone. He was already sure that he wanted to hire her based on her grades and character but her talking to him made him even more positive, that she would be Daniel Ricciardo's and Max Verstappen's new physical therapist.
"You are aware that you would be constantly on the road and that seeing your family and friends will get sparser."
"I am aware of that Sir." The young woman was determined, not wanting to work in a nursing home any longer.
"I will send you an email with the contract and you can read it till next Friday when I am expecting you here, in the UK, to sign the contract. Is that alright with you?" There was a short silence and then all the man could hear was squealing.
"Yes, that fits perfectly. Thank you so much. You don't understand how important this means to me." With her excitement, her accent came through stronger and her mixing up her usually perfect English vocabulary made it clear how happy she really was.
"That's good. We will see each other then. Goodbye." And with that, the squealing French woman had the job she desired so much. Working with people around her age who are actually moving a lot and need different things, rather than elders who barely moved.
But Eve had to admit there were a few residents that she was going to miss helping but her future just took a turn for the better, she now was on the Fast Lane to her dream.
