LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

THIRTEEN

THIRTEEN

"Barcelona, baby! We're in Barcelona!"

Luiz Cohen beamed as his daughter sat on his shoulders as they made their way in to the paddock at the Barcelona circuit.

"It's Uncle Nando's home race, so you have to beat him and make him cry!" Larissa squealed, plaited pigtails bouncing as as her father walked.

"No, no, little one. I will make your father cry when I beat him." Fernando Alonso tugged gently on her braids as he teased the little girl. He sent his best friend a smirk, seeing the Brazilian man rolling his eyes. "Just saying, I love it when you cry, you look like your face is melting."

"Idiota."  Luiz coughed under his breath at the smaller man, pushing his shoulder and making him stumble. "You look like Webber when you cry."

Fernando gasped. "I do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!" Both Cohen's teased the Spaniard together, glancing at each other with matching smirks as Fernando realised that he was never going to win when they were both ganging up on him.

"Papa is going to kick your butt at your home race! Like he does every single time!"

Fernando shook his head with a soft, loving smile. "We shall see, little one, we shall see."

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"Miss Cohen, how are you doing today?"

Larissa's dark brown eyes slowly lifted to see Christian Horner standing in front of her, whilst she was sitting in a café near her hotel.

"Good, you upset that I beat your team to a podium?" Christian noticed as she tilted her head to the side slightly, as if she was studying him.

"Not at all, I was very happy for you. May I?" He motioned towards the spare seat at the table she was at, which she was resting her legs on.

She removed her legs, nodding her head as she watched the team principal of Red Bull sit beside her, his hands interwined in front of him.

"I have a proposition for you, Miss Cohen."

Larissa rose a defined eyebrow at the man, leaning back in her seat as she examined his facial features. "Go on."

"We believe that one of our drivers may want to leave our team next season, and in case it is true, we need to start looking for a replacement for that seat. Which, is where you come in."

"Nope."

Christian furrowed his eyebrows together. "What?"

"If you're here, then you are already thinking about dropping a driver, even if they don't leave. So, the answer is no. I'll only consider it, if the driver goes by their own decision, not because you are forcing them out." Larissa folded her arms in front of her chest, seeing the Red Bull team principles chest deflate.

"Until I know that I am not forcing somebody out, I'll be staying at Toro Rosso." Larissa spoke in a stern voice as Christian nodded, standing to his feet.

"Your loss, Cohen."

"It won't be when I beat your Red Bull drivers."

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"So, what would you say, if I mentioned that I got approached for a Red Bull seat next season?"

Sebastian Vettel and Kimi Raikonnen rose their eyebrows at their niece as they relaxed on her yacht, taking in the Spanish sun. She was going to Red Bull?