THREE - Daniel Ricciardo

Chapter 51 - Promises

AMY

"But you have to come, you promised!" Lando exclaimed down the phone as I walked through the bustling streets of London to attend a work meeting.

After the incident at my moms, I fled the scene, something I was becoming particularly good at over these past few months, staying in yet another hotel room as I had no fixed abode to call my own anymore.

The rain was dropping onto my umbrella as I weaved through the crowds of tourists and locals, attempting to make it to the underground station in time for the next tube. My heels clicked on the hard ground as I audibly made my way.

"As much as I'd love to come to Budapest, Lan, I can't. You know why I can't." I informed him as I waited at a crossing, preparing myself for it to turn green so the pedestrians could walk.

"You can't hide from us forever." He complained as I stepped in a puddle, resulting in my foot getting soaked through.

"Shit!" I cursed as I shook my foot in the air, beckoning for the beads of water to fall from my leg. "Lando, I'll think about it, okay? But for now I've got to get to work. Plus, I don't know if Rachel would be down to go."

"She's already said yes."

Of course Rachel had already said yes to travelling to Hungary. Rachel rarely said no to anything, especially if she was being offered an all expenses paid trip to another country.

"Of course she has." I moaned as I approached the tube station. "I'll speak to you later."

Hanging up the phone, I tucked my handbag underneath my coat as I sauntered towards the correct platform to make way to my business meeting.

"As you know, this runway has now opened some doors for your Miss Fox." Otillie, a new assistant here at the management firm, walked me down the corridor towards the meeting room.

"Please call me Amy." I reassured her, hating when people used my official maiden name. Although, I never seemed to have a problem when people wanted to refer me as my married name.

During the meeting, Lisa Benson rambled on about plethora of opportunities I could select from, ranging from magazine work to more runway based shows.

"I'll definitely be interested in Milan Fashion Week." I stated as I used my index finger to trace the cards in front of me, toying with the idea of wearing expensive branded clothes and walking in one of the most prestigious events in the world, in one of the fashion capitals on the planet.

"GQ have also reached out for a cover girl as well as Playboy and Sports Illustrated."

"Sports Illustrated want me? I'm not an athlete." I pursed my lips together as excitement grew deep within.

"I know. You'd be one of the very first women to cover the magazine, simply for being yourself."

I cleared my throat at the offer, too excited to agree or disagree at the many choices I was now apparently faced with. It was times like this which really did help me forget about every shitty thing which was happening in my life now.

I felt accomplished and worthy. I felt like I'd proved myself enough to people to be taken seriously enough to even be considered for work like this.

"I'll take your grin as a yes to Milan, GQ, Playboy and Sports Illustrated, then?" Lisa smiled as she placed her folder back up to her chest, firmly grasping it with her hands.

All I could do was nod and shake her hand as she left the room, leaving me alone for a couple of minutes to recuperate and get my thoughts back together. Act professional.