Overkill [Formula one]

01

It was a hard world out there for teachers, like Grace. Grace worked at a private primary-elementary school. And since it was a private school, parents felt that they had the right to blame the teachers of the behaviour of childeren. It was a private school, they paid good money for the education of their children so the teachers should at least work for it. The teachers of Obersee International were fixing habits their parents hadn't bothered with and always cleaning messes.

Grace, however, liked her job. She liked the childeren she worked with, they couldn't help that most of their parents were too busy to be present during their upbringing. Most childeren got dropped of by the family nanny, instead of their parents.

Grace couldn't imagine what that was like. She always walked to school, with either her mom or dad, and her little brother by her side. And when she got older she made sure that she would walk Esteban to school every single day. After school she was picked up by one of her grandparents and her and Esteban would enjoy their time spent there. She had a good upbringing and she wanted to share the love she got with the next generation.

Grace would love to have her own children one day, but that wasn't happening any time soon. She didn't even have a relationship. So, Grace chose the next best thing, she became a teacher. For 5 years she had worked at a private school, based in Zürich Switzerland. However, since this academic year she had started a new job at one of the most prestigous private elementary schools in Europe; The International School of Monaco. One of her old college professors called her for a possition in the school, and despite her loving her old job in Zürich, she knew she couldn't pass up on this offer.

So here she was, in Monaco, getting ready for another day teaching second graders. Grace took another sip of her steaming hot coffee as she settled down in her classroom. She was quitte early, however, today, a new student would start and she wanted to be there if they decided to drop by early. And she was right to do so, since Toto Wolff and his son were there half an hour early. "Komm schön, Jack, es ist okay." Toto muttered as he opened the door of the classroom with one hand. Grace set down her cup of coffee and carefully stood up from her desk chair and gently approached the dad and his som. Toto had his little three year old on his arm and the boy tightly held on to one of his fingers on his other hand. He hid himself in his dads chest and carefully peeked up. This made Grace smile and stepped towards the two, leaning a little closer to the boy. "Guten Morgen, Kleine, mein Name ist Grace. Aber du kannst mich Gracie nennen. Ich bin deine Lehrerin." German wasn't really her strongsuit, but she wanted the boy to feel comfortable, since it was already hard enough as it seemed for the boy. Normally, they all spoke English, hence the international school, but for most new students it took a little while to adapt. The little boy carefully lifted his head from his dads chest and looked towards Grace. He looked at Grace expectantly and then smiled at her.

Grace smiled back at the little boy and held out her hand. Jack took it gently and shook it. "Meine name ist Jack." He softly whispered and then giggled as he looked up at his dad. Toto smiled lovingly down at his son and then looked over to the teacher in question. He looked at her thankfully and then he saw something familiar in her. He didn't now if it was her smile or her eyes, but she had something familiar. "Komm, ich zeige dir das Klassenzimmer" Grace said to the boy as he still held on to his dads hand. Jack slowly nodded and looked up at his dad. Toto smiled at the his son and gently set him down. Jack instantly walked over to Grace as she started to show him around the classroom. "Well, Jack, this will be your seat for the coming year." Grace decided to switch to English now, so that the boy could try and adapt to the language he was supposed to speak during classes. Jack nodded and excitedly grabbed his bag from her dad. He laid out his pencilcase and different items and then took a seat at his table, where he started a little drawing.

Grace smiled at the boy and then looked back at Toto. She smiled, she knew who he was, and she wondered if he remembered her from around the paddock. From when she visited her little brother. She walked over to him, deciding to letting Jack get on with his drawing. "He's a little shy at first, however, he seems to like you." Toto smiled, his german accent sending shivers down her spine. Toto was impressed with the blonde girl in front of him. Jack often stayed in his shell, as he was a shy boy, but Grace just knew how to approach her. He wondered how old she was, she couldn't be older than 35. "Well, I didn't study Childeren Behavioural sciences for nothing." She smiled up at the man in front of her. Toto looked at her quizically, one eyebrow raised.

Before he could ask, Grace already knew what he was thinking. "I like teaching, it's a little underpaid. But I love it, and a carreer as behavioural therapist or something like that wasn't really for me." Toto smiled and then nodded. "I'm Toto Wolff, by the way." He scratched his hand behind his head and smiled. "I'm Jacks dad." Grace chuckled and nodded. "I figured. I'm Grace." He nodded and then shook her hand. For a moment there was a little silence as Toto looked at his son, who was furiously drawing at his desk. "Do you let all your students call you Grace or Gracie?" Grace nodded. "Most of them call me Grace. They're still young, so what's the point of letting them call me Miss Ocon."

At that Toto's eyes went wide and he looked back at the girl. "That's why you seem so familiar." Grace laughed and then nodded. "I've visited the paddock regularly over the past years." Toto smiled. "Now I get why Esteban is always talking to Sebastian about his kids." Madison nodded. "I taught Sebastians eldest at my old job, in Zürich." Toto raised an eyebrow. Madison smiled. "I got offered a position here by one of my old Uni professors, couldn't pass up on it." Toto looked impressed at the girl and then nodded before looking back over at his son, who seemed to be comfortable in his seat. "We speak English at home, so he'll be fine with English." Toto stated. Grace smiled and sighed in relief. "Good, 'cause my German isn't really good. Back in Zürich I worked in an international school as well, so..." Toto smirked at her. "Well, I could teach you if you ever need it." Grace was a little taken aback at the brass comment, but she recovered herself swiftly.

"I'll keep that in mind mr Wolff, but I doubt to need German in Monaco." Toto smirked as she said his name. "You can call me Toto, miss Ocon. We'll be seeing each other more often."  Grace scoffed. "Please call me Grace. And I will probably see Jacks mom more than I will see you, since you'll be flying all over the world." Toto hummed at this statement and shook his head. "You're wrong there, Grace." He didn't elaborate any further on it before moving over to Jack. He kissed his son on his head. "I'll see you later Jack." And with that Toto walked out of the classroom, he looked back one more time and smiled at Grace.