Nᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ|Charles Leclerc|

«Nine»

L.V.

Just don't let it be Charles, just don't let it be him! The cries for help ran through my thoughts.

-You will be Charles Leclerc's new press officer! - dad said proudly, as if he had saved the world.

-No, no and no. Why can't I be Seb's?? -I raised my voice, when we both knew that in the bottom of my heart that Charles was my greatest desire.

-I'm sorry, baby, but believe me, it's better than not having any work, especially as a new worker.

He didn't need more, he appeared like the mentioned donkey. His chestnut brown hair was a bit tangled, but it was also neat.

-Hello! I'm glad that Lisa will be my press officer!- he declared, as if he had received the most experienced workforce of his life.

-Yes.Me too.Very.

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After we got the worst part out of the way, Charles went to test it, and I took the tools for the job.
The test went very well for the boy, and of course for Seb. We put the cars together very well for the year, so we expect a successful season.

I walked next to Charles, who was approaching the reporters with a look of joy on his face.

-When do we repeat the conversation? -he snapped me out of my thoughts -I don't know anything about you yet, and now that we're working together, it's time to go to a 'team-building dinner', don't you think? -I don't think he wants to know what I'm thinking right now, even it would end in tears.

-Yes, of course! But only for work! -I added, looking him sternly in the eyes, which he responded with at first a light laugh, then a serious look.

...........

We were there for a very long time. We had a lot of work to do before the start of the season, which was understandable, but I didn't understand why I had to stay there. I didn't want to argue with my father either, because from now on I'm the same worker there as everyone else, so if I get into an argument with him , he dismisses me without a problem, because work is work.

As a journalist, my work had already ended for that day, so I sat down on a sofa and waited for the end of the day. I closed my eyes while listening to music and didn't even notice that sleep had overtaken me. I was woken up by a loud tapping sound.

-Lisa.Lisaaa.Wake uup! -Charles put his hand on my shoulder, which made me shiver a little.

-I'm up, I'm up! -I immediately jumped up from the sofa, which made me a little dizzy.

-Don't go so fast, that's my job at the races! -the boy caught me laughing.I immediately jumped out of his arms as soon as I got better, because if I stayed any longer, I would surely have resembled one of the colors of our car.

-Thank you! -was all I could moan. -Can we go now?

-Yes! And I'll take you to the hotel! -he proudly declared.

-But my car is parked here, and anyway, what did you calculate this from?

-I'll bring you in in the morning, and then tomorrow you can go back in your own car, but until then, I won't let you drive so drowsy. And if you fall asleep on the way?

He was a little right, but I don't think you can fall asleep while driving.

-And why are you so interested in my fate? -I stood a little closer to him.

-Because I don't want to get a new journalist, I'm already used to you. -he shrugged.

I knew there was more to it than that. But I didn't argue with him, because in the end he would definitely have won. Arguing with a Formula 1 driver is like doing ballet to a giraffe. It's impossible. They want to be the best in everything, and that's of course the it is also true for their private lives.

-Okay! I think we live in the same hotel anyway, but we've always avoided each other so far.

When I got out of the paddock, I realized that I didn't bring any jacket with me, and the evenings here are already quite cold. Charles could have noticed this, because as soon as I got into the matte black car with his name and number, he also gave me a hoodie from the back seat.

-You really don't have to, we'll get off in front of the hotel anyway, until then I won't have any problems. -I protested against the piece of clothing.

-But, you'll wear it! -he pressed my hand, leaning closer to my face.

-I'm serious, you're worse than my father.

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When we got to the hotel, we got out of the car and I waited for Charles to give one of the employees his car keys so that they could park it in the garage. The boy accompanied me to my room, which is 2 floors above his own. I was about to take off his hoodie when he stopped me. in it.

-You can still have it, and you will return it tomorrow morning!

-Why, do you think I'm so stinky that if you took me now, you'd get ahead of me? -I scowled at the boy.

-Of course, I'll wait until it's washed at your place. -he replied sarcastically, which made both of our mouths smile.

-Good night Charles, and thank you for everything!

- Good night Lisa, see you tomorrow!

As soon as I closed the door of the room, I sniffed deeply into the hoodie,what made me lose my mind. Is it possible that the initial hatred is starting to transform into a friendly relationship? I was overwhelmed by the dream and the hope that this year will be the year of Ferrari and the boy.

To be continued