❝ there isn't a word to describe how much i hate you ❞
❝ would it help you find one if i hit you with a dictionary? ❞
✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- a story in which two rivals are given an ultimatum in order to save their careers while simultaneously fighting for the...
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ISABEL SAID THAT SHE was sick to get out of media duties on thursday. instead, she spent time in the motorhome locked in the room with the simulator with emilia sending her updates every now and then in case there was anyone with a key to get in. she did not want to get fined for missing media duties again.
ON FRIDAY, SHE FINALLY entered the garage to get ready for the free practice sessions. harry was there at the front waiting for her.
"morning," he greeted isabel with a hug. "you ready?"
"if it is alive, i will not be happy," she joked, following him inside her garage so that he could show her the surprise he mentioned.
harry laughed, "go on," he gestured to the car in the centre of the garage. all the mechanics cleared off to the back.
isabel approached the side of the car, her eyes scanning the carbon to see if there was anything different. and then she spotted it.
on the side of the sleek black carbon was a sticker that read 'jb17 & ah19' with the french flag beside it. immediately, isabel slapped her hand over her mouth, unable to tear her eyes away from it. she wanted to cry but nothing fell, just that unpleasant burning sensation instead.
"i—" harry was cut off by isabel turning around and tightly hugging him.
"a good surprise then?" he said, a large smile on his face.
"the best," she confirmed, squeezing her engineer with all her strength. "merci, harry. thank you so much."
harry's smile was so paternal that it made her chest hurt when she pulled away from him and noticed it. it hurt more too when she realised that she wouldn't see him as often when she left the team, especially when she hadn't heard from any other teams about negotiations. she was going to miss him far too much.
"go get changed, belle," he picked up her race suit from the nearby counter and handed it to her. "we'll get the car ready for you."
isabel gave him one more quick hug before rushing off to her driver room in a better mood than she had been in earlier on in the day.
her week in france had been interesting so far. her first two days in the country was spent reminiscing about her late friends with their families, and then fast forward a couple of days, she slept with max again. and then she went out to dinner with noah and emilia on wednesday night. however, come thursday, she wasn't in the mood to deal with vast amounts of people, especially when they all wanted to talk about max or charles or alicia or anyone else that wasn't her.
everything felt more like a chore now, too. ever since the whole ultimatum thing had blown over and disappeared because her and max were apparently not as awful in the public eye anymore, everything just felt more like extra effort. she didn't have a reason to stick around to prove a point as much anymore. the only thing she constantly had to prove was that she deserved her spot on the grid in a male-dominated sport, but even that was starting to feel like a chore instead of something that she used to work towards.
