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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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Of course, she had overslept, as if her plan would have ever worked.
Sure, Eve was still on time and she looked nice, she even packed a bag with her work outfits in case they wanted her to start today. The only problem with waking up "late" for her was, that she could not panic for an hour as she had planned, now she just had five minutes in the car to freak out.
In the backseat of her cab Eve kept on fiddling with the beige blouse that was tucked into her black dress pants and the driver kept looking at her like she had lost her mind.
After paying him and getting her bag out of the trunk of the car, she stood in front of the doors, shaking with nerves.
Then her phone beeped. It's quarter to nine.
She had to move now or she would be late. With a deep sigh, she pushed open the doors. The reception desk was massive and on the wall of the back of it, a massive shrine with trophies that towered incredibly high.
The man behind the counter raised an eyebrow when he saw the young woman in front of him. "Hello, I have a meeting with mister Horner at nine am. My name is Nyneve Yoo." With a curt nod, he typed something on his keyboard and then asked for her ID, which she showed him and then he finally told her to wait and that someone would come and pick her up.
"Eve?" She turned around quite quickly, in front of her stood Christian Horner, the man she was expecting to meet in his office.
"Yes, hello. Very nice to meet you, Sir." The petite woman quickly offered her hand to him which he shook without letting her wait in awkwardness. The Team Boss smiled at her slight accent leaking through her very solid façade.
"Very nice to meet you too. Let's go up to my office." Following him was an easy task, seeing as he gave her a little tour or rather just an explanation of the things, they saw on their way to his office.
Once inside the spacious room Christian Horner called his own, he pulled out the chair opposite of his and gestured to it with his hand, offering her a seat. There was a short silence while he was preparing the papers they were going to talk about.
When the woman looked around she noticed the framed pictures of formula one cars and the lack of personal items, it looked clean and professional. "Do you have any questions?"
Mister Horner now sat in front of her, hands folded together on the printed papers that held Eve's future. "Yeah, one. When we are at races, so not here, do I have to organize my own place to stay?"
"No, we provide your hotel and all the equipment you need. We will take a look at what we already own after we finished the contract."
Nodding she lowered her gaze on her shoes, too nervous to look her new boss in the eyes, even if it was considered unprofessional. "I went through your file again, I don't think we need to talk about your grades, they are outstanding in every single subject, but I see that you struggled with Math growing up. It doesn't affect your work here; don't worry I was just curious if you knew what the problem was?"
"To be honest we don't know why, I just never did a good job at it and then the motivation got lost over the years, but I tried really hard and studied a lot, and eventually I got there."
"We?"
"Yeah, my sister and I. She has the same problem. Our parents just thought that we were lazy. But they're dead now."
The brit nearly choked on air at the way the French woman in front of him mentioned her parents tragic death so casually. Nearly as if she was grateful for it.
"Not a good relationship, I'm guessing then?" Eve nodded and the strands of hair she continuously kept pushing behind her ears flew out again.
"Do you have any more questions for me Eve? Is it okay when I call you that?"
"Yes Eve is fine, I understand my name is hard. Uhm, in the contract it says 30 days of paid leave, do I have to file a request for these days?"
"That would be the best, we need to know at least four weeks before you take a vacation so that we can plan something for the boys. It would be best if you take the days off between the seasons."
"When I don't need the full thirty days, what happens then?"
"Well, in that case, you can either take them the next year or let them get paid out. Do you have any days that you already know that you need to be free on?"
With a sigh, tension fell from her shoulders and Christian could see how the twenty-three-year-old visibly relaxed. "Yeah, the seventh of July."
"That's it?" That was not her birthday, and the Team Boss knew it, that's why he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, that's it."
"Okay, just let me know if you need more days." There was a short silence while he wrote the day down that she wanted to be free on, before he slid the contract over to Eve, a pen on top of it.
The dark-haired woman looked through the important details again to reassure herself that everything was okay.
This was her dream. And she just needed to put her name on it.
While grabbing the pen, her eyes glassed over, her thoughts back in France with her sister.
Was this really the right move? Christian looked at her patiently, knowing how much this moment would change her life.
Suddenly she looked alive again and signed the contract with a neat signature. Eve took a deep breath trying to relax. Her future was now.
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