Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Chapter Nine

"And that's the last of it!" Tracy says as we finish our tour of the factory and I smile gratefully at her. It had been a really enjoyable and interesting trip and she was a sheer fountain of knowledge. "I'll let you go for lunch now, I think Chiara said something about wanting to talk to you. I'll be in conference room C from two pm onwards for the photos and..." she pauses as she looks down at her phone before smiling and looking back up. "Sorry, I wanted to see if you did any videography? We're looking for someone to help us shoot some promo for the actual clothing line so we're looking for a photographer and videographer in one?"

"Oh yeah! Absolutely I can do. Obviously you know my forte but I'm good with a video camera too, it's all lighting and angles," I tell her keenly, happy to pick up all the extra work that was going.

"Fantastic, you won't need to edit, I'll just need you here next week." She says apologetically and I shrug.

"As long as I can get that and the photos done it should be easy. What sort of videography?" I ask as we walk towards the cafeteria...or at least I think that's where the cafe is.

"Car and drivers, both will be in next week for the sim so we can just pull them out when needed, it might give you the opportunity to showcase your more commercial skills for Pierre to see," she continues.

"What skills for me to see?" I hear a familiar voice say behind me and I scrunch my face up as my shoulders tense with apprehension.

"Ah Pierre, Jamie is going to do some campaign and commercial photo and video shoots for the team, I know you're still looking for a photographer for your next line of merchandise," Tracy says completely unaware of the tension she's creating as I turn around a smile on my face just to meet the cold eyes and face of Pierre. "She took a pay cut for this job, so I'm trying to find ways to help boost her back up to roughly what she was earning before," Tracy explains to him and I tear my gaze from his to look back at the woman who was stood between us, apparently oblivious to the tension that existed.

"A pay cut? Why would you do that?" He asks, clearly not expecting that information and I shrug as I look at my feet.

"I wanted to work in F1, it's always been the type of work I was keen to do," I say after a moment as I raise my eyes to meet his. "But, I'm sure Pierre knows a lot of potential candidates for his shoot anyway, no need to complicate things by adding my name to the list. Besides, I still have a couple of weddings to finish off over the summer, friends and family so I have lots of side projects already. I'm just looking for stuff to keep me out of the UK just now," I explain to Tracy in an attempt to not get the inevitable rejection heading my way from Pierre and I bite my lip as I look up at him, seeing him once again torn about something before he shrugs.

"Well, I'll take a look at what you do and if it's good maybe we can figure something out," he says, his smooth French voice oozing charisma and lightness that isn't reflected in his eyes as Tracy claps her hands together in excitement.

"Aw that's so good, I've got to run Jamie but just head to the cafeteria to meet Chiara, Pierre can you show her? First day and all don't want her to get lost," Tracy says as she's walking away and I go to open my mouth to reject the offer but she's already gone and so I just sigh and begin walking to the cafeteria on my own.

I hear a snigger from behind me and I stop as I turn on my heel to look at Pierre who just points in the opposite direction and I groan. "Stupid building, everything is in Italian," I whine as I walk back the way that I came. "Shush Gasly or I'll tell the entire building you have a small penis," I say as I stalk past him and watch the smile come off his face.

"You wouldn't." He declares as he falls into step with me, slightly ahead so as to guide me to the cafeteria as Tracy requested.

"I would."