Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mia's POV:
I looked between him and his nurse. I didn't want anyone else to hear, especially now that I had no clue who had left me the note in the first place.

Charles clearly noticed the look on my face, reaching for his tshirt and pulling it over his head.

'I've got a meeting to get to now, Emma. But I'll be back to see you in the morning.' Charles smiled, wincing as he pulled himself up off the bed.

'You're excused from meetings Charles!' Emma called after him.

'Not this one.' He responded, closing the door before she could say anything else.

Instinctively, I took his hand and walked with him to my office. It was the only place on site that I felt was safest, despite that being the place the letter had been placed.

'Are you sure here's the best place to speak?' He asked cautiously, checking the windows were closed.

'It's got to be someone in this building.' I said, putting the note down on the table.

He looked between me and the note suspiciously, before sitting down in my chair to read it.

'They need your help. Who could need your help?' He mumbled, reading it over and over.

'I don't know what sort of help I could be.' I said, thinking out loud.

'You're not going.' He said, bluntly, screwing up the note and throwing it into the bin.

'Did you not just see what's on the line? Kika will fall out with me for not telling the truth. She might break up with Pierre. People will start to dig into my past again and that's not good for my job.' I stressed.

'It doesn't matter. You were never in the wrong.' He argued.

'And so what? Pierre will get the bad press from this. I know what he did was bad but we were kids.' I sighed.

'Let me go and meet them.' He said, after a moments silence.

'No.'

'It's gotta be one of us, and I've already decided it's not gonna be you.' He said, opening his arms to encourage me to sit on his lap.

'Not happening, not whilst you're hurt like that.' I said, looking at his chest.

He huffed, sarcastically, before getting up to move to the sofa, smiling when I got down to lay with him, my head in the crook of his neck.

'Let me sort this for you. I promise it'll all be okay.' He whispered, running a soothing finger along my shoulder.

'How? They want my help.' I responded.

'They'll want money. I'll give them money.' He said, as if it was nothing.

'But then they win.' I exclaimed.

'Hey, look at me.' He said firmly, holding me by the jaw so that I was looking at him.

'We're in this together, we always have been. Let me pay them off, for you.' He said, his eyebrows raised letting me know that he was telling and not asking.

'Okay.'

'Good. Come on, we've got dinner to get ready for.' He said, lifting me up off of him and climbing out from underneath me, reaching for my hand and squeezing it tight.

'Should I feel nervous, meeting your family?' I asked, changing the subject as we walked to his car.

'No. I've told them a lot about you, I doubt they'll bombard you with questions.' He smiled.