REINA WOKE UP to an influx of notifications. Confused, she scrolled to the very first.
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Instagram adrian_amaral tagged you in a post. scuderiaferrari reposted adrian_amaral 's post.
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❤️ Liked by charles_leclerc and 8,938 others adrian_amaral Felicidades a mi hermanita @reinaamaral por convertirse en la nueva fotógrafa de la Scuderia Ferrari @scuderiaferrari! (Congratulations to my little sister @reinaamaral for becoming the newest photographer for the Scuderia Ferrari @scuderiaferrari!)
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On her own post of her celebratory dinner, which only had a couple hundred likes before Adrian posted his congratulations, combined with the Scuderia's repost of Adrian's photo, had a sudden influx of popularity. Adrian was incredibly influential, to say the least.
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Reina's phone buzzed every other second with new likes, comments, and followers. She muted her phone, throwing it on the couch. She debated privating her account, but figured it was too late for that anyways.
It wasn't until late that evening that she received a call, nearly having missed it from keeping her phone silenced the entire day.
"Hi, Ms. Amaral, this is Vittoria Benedetti with Ferrari, and I'm the HR representative assigned with getting you started here!"
"Hi, thank you so much! And just Reina is fine."
"Alright, Reina," said Vittoria. "As you know, you'll be traveling with the team to capture photos for social media, the website, and more. I have emailed you a list of contacts that you'll find helpful, especially those for our media managers. You'll be working closely with them, as they will be the people using your photos the most. As for the actual photography itself, we'll leave you to your expertise. Others who work in the media department can assist you, but it will be up to your discretion on how you'd like to artistically direct photoshoots. During breaks and the off-season, the team will be doing more photoshoots, and during races, you will be responsible for capturing more candid shots that we use on our media platforms."
Reina jotted this down. "Mhm," she muttered.
"We have a few other photographers and assistants in the media department who will get you acquainted with our studios and resources."
"Okay, that sounds lovely. When would I start?"
"February 3rd. It's in about a month from now, which we hope will give you time to decide what to do about your living situation. We were told you live in Spain and flew in for the interview. You'll do most of your off-season work in Italy, here, in Maranello, which would require you to either move here or travel back and forth. We will compensate costs for traveling, moving, or hotel stays. Many of our non-Italian team members choose to stay in hotels here when needed, but fly home during breaks. As the team travels for the majority of the year to Bahrain, the US, across Europe, et cetera, most members use hotels and only return home during breaks."
Reina sighed. She thought about this—she would barely be home anymore. Madrid, her city for the last three years, would be reduced to a vacation spot. Her brother Adrian offered to share his apartment in Maranello, which was a gesture Reina was most grateful for, but she feared it would still not feel like home. Nevertheless, Reina felt the job (specifically, the pay) was well worth any homesickness.
After a few more details were hashed out, Reina ended the phone call. In desperate need of a coffee, she decided to head to a café near her brother's apartment.
Her brother only lived a stone's throw from the Ferrari headquarters, and while sitting at the bustling café's terrace, she could see just the very top of the iconic red building. Pulling out her camera, she took a few shots of the gorgeous sun-rays upon the Ferrari building. The café greenery made the shot all the more exciting.
Click. Click. Click.
The shutters of the camera were almost like a heartbeat for Reina.
Click. Click. Cli-
"Excuse me," a voice interrupted.
A mild frown crept upon Reina's face. She was quite enjoying her photoshoot and did not want to be interrupted. "Yes?" she asked, while scrolling through her shots. She then looked up, seeing a face just ever so vaguely familiar.
"Are you Adrian Amaral's sister?" the man asked.
Reina raised her eyebrow. "Yes..."
"Apologies, I did not mean to interrupt you," explained the man. "I'm Carlos, a friend of your brother's. Remember? We met that night in Ibiza, a few years ago?"
Oh... yes, now Reina knew who he was. The fuzzy image of the Spanish driver slowly cleared in her mind. He was the poor guy who had to help a staggering, giggling, drunk Reina all the way back to her hotel.
Reina took a sharp breath in between her teeth. Embarrassed, she said, "I... erm... never really properly thanked you for that night, did I?"
Carlos shrugged. "I'm more thankful your liver survived after the amount of God-knows-what you put in it."
"I couldn't think straight or walk for days," laughed Reina. "I am never going to Ibiza again."
Carlos let out a short laugh. After a pause, he said, "Right. Well, I just saw you from the door, and I wanted to say that I saw your brother's post about the job. Felicidades. I look forward to seeing you around." (Congratulations)
Reina smiled. "Thank you."
"I'll let you get back to it," replied Carlos, motioning to her camera still in her hands.
As he turned to walk away, Reina stopped him. "Wait!"
He turned around.
"At least let me buy you something, as payment for Ibiza," said Reina. "A coffee? For your croissant?" she asked, motioning to the small paper bag that Carlos held.
Carlos thought for a moment. "That would be great."
