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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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The brief silence in Christian Horner's office was suffocating for a solid minute before the Team Boss opened a drawer pulling out another paper.
"Here, this is the list of contacts you could need. Me, the drivers, and their performance coaches who I think you will work closely. Also, here is your copy of the contract."
With a silent smile, the woman stored the important papers in her purse that she had brought with her. "Let me take you on a tour through the building then!".
The building was quite big and Eve was already lost after Christian took her around two corners. The Team boss even showed her where the cars were made and painted and the Operations room where the equipment looked more expensive than her entire life, then finally he took her to a hallway.
"Here on the right is the gym and on the left is the physical Therapy room." He opened the door to the gym, where to no big surprise, was the usual gym equipment that the workers could need and use, as well as the drivers.
The physical Therapy room looked a little different though. In a corner stood a massage Table, and the wall opposite of the door was a mirror wall, here also was a huge wall cabinet with lots of smaller equipment she could need.
The desk was still empty except for a computer that was sitting on top of it and a chair on both sides of it.
"Is there massage equipment besides the table?"
Christian looked confused, "You need more than that?"
"Well yeah, I need things to massage with. Did the other therapist not need that equipment?"
"No, he just used his hands." Judging by Eve's face, that wasn't a good thing.
"Well if you could give me a list – You know what? You can just order the things yourself, just keep the receipts and give them to me, so that you can get your money back."
"I have some stuff at home too so we don't need to get everything but that is manageable, don't worry."
Christian walked further through the room and looked around just like Eve did. He was relieved that she didn't comment on the old therapist that was fired for making the drivers uncomfortable and not really helping them with their pain, and he might have just discovered a reason why they were so uncomfortable.
"Is there a body of water here? Like a swimming pool or something?"
Christian's head whipped around, "No, but you are free to go to the public swimming pool if needed. It's the Bletchley Leisure Centre here in Milton Keynes."
