L O C K -U P | c. leclerc

3| Legacy

C. Leclerc

Breathe. It can't be that bad.

The air in Fred's office seemed to be heavier today. He didn't seem too confident about this meeting either. I already told him I'll just meet her when I have to but he forced me into this office for the sake of "team building."

"She's just going to help me win right? She's not fighting for-."

"I promised to give her a fair shot Charles, she demanded that it be placed into the contract before she signed anything," Fred glumly explained and I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, "Seriously?! That is so stupid! It's just going to derail so many of the strategies if both of us are fighting for it."

"You have to understand-."

"No, I do not understand, first Carlos and now this?!," I slammed my hand onto his table making pens fall off and a couple of papers fly to the floor. Fred just shook his head and said, "I was desperate, Ferrari has long fallen out of favour. The last time we won was with Kimi and that was in 2007."

I shook my head, ready to storm out of this office but the door swung open revealing the nightmare herself, "Well, if I had known the screaming would start earlier, I would've come sooner."

What is wrong with this woman? The satisfied look on her face made me want to wipe that look off of her. Despite the obvious dead stare she gave both of us, the way she brought herself and the way she scanned the room and made a judgment of us...it was like watching her get possessed by the ghost of Niki Lauda.

Cold.

Calculating.

No-nonsense.

She was every bit her grandfather, but how she performs on the track was another story.

She sat on the chair opposite of me and I watched as she pulled her long hair into a ponytail, as if to indicate that she was ready for a challenge. Her dark eyes and dark skin had been perfectly complimented by the burgundy jumper she wore, and her long legs showcased by the black leather skirt she wore.

Did she think this was a fashion show? Yet, I couldn't help but stare at how toned they were. I hadn't realised I was staring until she cleared her throat and said, "Hey, Lord Perceval, as they call you...you're going to catch my fists staring at my legs like that. Not a chance in hell with me lover boy."

Fred coughed and I rolled my eyes and said, "You're not my type, I like my kind and sweet Monegasque girls. Not the angry, careless, and desperate Austrian girl sitting in front of me who looks like she prefers pain over pleasure."

"Pain is pleasure," she scoffed, her dead eyes beginning to drill holes into my soul. Damn she's scary.

"And besides, you don't need me to lecture about your type. The world knows how you go through the same friend group in Monaco, how about start dating out of the circle," she pressed further and I swear I was restraining myself so much that I was about to pop a blood vessel.

"You don't know shit-."

"Oh hush, as soon as you get bored you move to the next girl in the friend group. This is not The Bachelor, get a grip Lord Perceval, you're not special. Take the Formula one seat off of you and you're nothing but a pathetic guy who play girls like poker," she interrupted with the biggest smirk on her face. What a fucking menace, did no one teach her to have manners?

"You bitch-"

"Oh I wouldn't say that, I'm the first woman on the grid and you call me a bitch. Don't make me expose you to your mostly female fan base, they won't like that." God she pressed my buttons. She's like a devil on my shoulder, egging me to fight back and be a dickhead.