Deals with Daisy // LN4

17 ~ The Sauce

Daisy's POV

"We have a problem," Jon says as he lets himself back into my room, both of us waiting for the final member of the team to turn up so that we can actually have breakfast, like we're meant to... as he insists we do... like a team. However, once more, Lando is late.

"Yep... we do. McLaren are going to need to find a new first driver because when Lando does turn up I'm going to kill him. I have a reputation for being on time and Lando is going to ruin it... plus I'm starving!" I groan as I fix the mini baby blue summer dress I have on to try and combat the Australian sun on this Friday, finally recovered from the jet lag.

"Then we have two problems," Jon jokes flatly as he sits down across from me and shows me his phone and on it, a message from Lando: Sorry I'm late - Fraser is here and he won't go.

"Ugh... what is he doing here? You know what? It doesn't matter, I'll sort this," I tell Jon, quickly exiting the room with my hunger partly fuelling my rage. You should never keep an Italian from their food... especially when I'm the Italian in question. I march to the elevator, tapping my foot as I wait before jamming my finger against the button for his floor. The moment I step out the elevator I see the problem. Fraser and Lando are stood in the hall and neither are having a particularly hushed conversation but they both seem to sense me as I step onto the floor. "You two shut it. Lando, key," I tell him sternly, holding my hand out for a key. Both men go dead quiet in that instant and Lando passes me it me without so much as a second thought. "In! Now..." I tell both of them sternly as I direct them back into Lando's room and fortunately once more neither of them argue, going in before me as I follow and check that the corridor is still empty. "Fuck me this place is huge," I mutter as I look around, my first time in the room since I arrived.

"What are you doing here?" Lando asks, clearly not enjoying my appearance as much as I thought he was going to as I looked incredulously between him and Fraser.

"Here to stop the two of you creating a PR nightmare... now, Fraser... what's up?" I ask plainly, going to stand next to Lando as we look to Fraser for an answer. I'm hoping that my actions are silently signalling to Lando that I'm on his side. When I glance to my right, I see that I think I've managed to do just that as he looks less angry and more tired at the sight of his dad's friend in front of us.

"What's up?! You have some nerve asking me that while trying to poach my client! You little bitch! I'm here because I have one weekend to fix this before Lando makes a permanent mistake in signing you. I'm still his agent, at least for this weekend!" He declares as I remain unfazed by him, feeling both Lando and Fraser's eyes on me as I think through his words.

"No... you're not. Lando is my client now, or at least he will be when he signs on Monday which he will because he wants to. He wants something new and fresh and that's me. You're a good agent Fraser but stick with the karters... that's what you're good at and that's fine! People move on - it's just business." I say, not quite monitoring my words as heavily as my brain was urging to me and Fraser goes from red to almost purple.

Whoops.

"You fucking bitch-"

"Alright yes, we got the gist... now what can we actually do for you Fraser?" I ask, cutting him off as I try and find a solution to the current issue, only now noticing the bags in his hands and below his eyes. He has just landed. "You need somewhere to sleep?" I ask him more softly this time and wait for him to yell again, but he doesn't. Instead he almost completely deflates, eyes blinking rapidly as he nods lightly. "You can take my room for now and we'll ask reception later if there's anywhere else for you... the bed wasn't slept in last night," I mutter the second part of the explanation, not meeting Lando's eyes as I hold one of my two room keys out to Fraser. "There's nothing else we can do right now and definitely not until you sleep a little more. I know the jet lag, it feels like you don't know which way is up and it's no good for anyone if everyone just argues," I tell the both of them and I'm relieved that they both seem to listen.