Deals with Daisy // LN4

3 ~ Prima Donna

Daisy's POV

Athletes are so difficult. Sometimes I seriously question my decision to go into sports management. Prima donna's the bunch of them, especially the footballers. Loved them to pieces but fuck me, they were annoying little dickheads when they wanted something... and they always wanted something.

I spent the day on the phone with EA, trying to barter for better ratings for a player in the Premier League I represent after he heard a rumour they were going below 87 for his power average score, several below his previous rating of 90. So between that and getting shown around the garage before taking the opportunity around lunch to get back in front of Lando - I was a happy girl. It was minimised a little as I watched qualifying, a poor showing from Lando who made a mistake that cost him his chances to get out of Q2 when he damaged his suspension but that was the only downer on the day.

I actually didn't think he was going to meet me when I sat with him for lunch and now, I was almost entirely convinced I was right as I checked my watch again. It was now 8.23pm. If he was going to arrive he probably would have by now. Part of me was still hoping that maybe just maybe, he was being late to prove a point. To put me on edge and if that was the case then I didn't want him to be able to see that he was doing a stellar job of it. That being said... being on time was never his strong suit. He was always late to class.

Another part of me was hoping that he would have realised who I was by now. Dancing around that question was tiring and the next conversation needed to be frank. So, if he could have that at the very minimum figured out before arriving, that would save us both a lot of time. I finish my second glass of champagne that I've consumed since arriving here, huffing as I smooth the skirt of the simple a-symmetrical black tunic dress I put on before coming down here as I refill my glass, laughing at nothing.

Well, laughing at this ridiculous idea that I let tempt me away from my regular life. I didn't do motorsports representing. In fact Lando was the exact specific reason why I didn't so what the hell was I doing here? I don't get the opportunity to think it through before the doors finally open and I find myself standing up immediately, relieved when I see Lando walk through the door. It fades fast when I notice Max walking in behind him, both of them looking at me curiously like I'm a rare bird.

"Ooh, did thing one or thing two figure it out first?" I ask them both jokingly as I fall back into my seat, enjoying the fact that it was more like an armchair than a regular chair as I look between the two. Lando pauses by the other chair set up at the table and I look behind the both of them at the host that's followed them in quickly. By the look on his face he was clearly panicking that the rule of 'only Lando Norris comes in the room' I'd explicitly given him just an hour ago had been broken. "It's alright - they tend to be a package deal," I wave him off lazily, my eyes clearly saying for him to leave and close the door behind him as he did. Fortunately he reads my eyes as clearly as he hears the words, leaving me alone with the two annoyed British boys. Well, one was annoyed - the other was happy.

"It is you!" Max says excitedly as he brings another chair up to the large circular table, only made up for two. He seems genuinely happy, the look in his eyes making him go back in time to when he was eight and he beat Lando in a bike race down my street, the pair of them were always too competitive for their own good. Always. "How the fuck have you been? It's been how long? Five years?" He asks and my eyes narrow at the words, irritation flooding my brain a little as I look back at Lando tensely.

"Ten," Lando and I say at the same time, my eyes locking back on his as we both attempt to hide the surprise that we remembered.

"Not that it matters. That's not why I'm here," I tell them simply, picking up my champagne as I eye the two with what I hope is indifference. "I'm here to make a deal. With you," I tell Lando, sitting up straight in my chair as I take a sip, watching the pair exchange a confused glance with one another.