Eileen Leclerc. Twin sister of Charles Leclerc. She's smart like really smart... not only smart but one of those people who seem just perfect. Of course they aren't because no one is fully perfect but she's close. She's one of those people who can d...
I was dreaming back to our Sicily trip as I was already climbing into the car. It's already the second of September so we've been back for at least 2,5 weeks. I sighed softly. I hadn't seen Eileen since the airport of Sicily. She had a flight to Nice to go home while Charles and me had different flights to go to the factory's. I called Eileen everyday at least 3 times. Even if it was for only a minute. A minute of seeing her through my screen and a minute of hearing her was enough to make my missing less. Charles found out and he hasn't stopped calling me a huge simp for his sister and to be honest I should get a certificate for simping on her as much as I do. It's not good for my health anymore.
"Pierre get your head in the game please. We're going out in a minute. We want a good qualification please."
"I'm in the game don't worry."
"Mmmm we'll see."
He was right. I was not in the game and I qualified P17. I sighed a little in frustration as I came into the garage. I climbed out of the car and thanked the mechanics and engineers who were in the garage working hard on the car. I was about to walk out the garage when I noticed someone standing in my garage. Not behind the guest wall but in my garage. I could recognize that body and face anywhere. Her way too formal outfit and heels with her perfect low bun that always had a few perfect strands loose to keep it more natural.
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I looked into a pair of blue eyes and there it was. My favorite smile on this earth. I had already pulled off my helmet as I walked towards her. I did not give a shit that everybody could see us I just wanted to kiss her damn lips. She had made it to watch me... and Charles. The first F1 race she had ever attended and she was standing in my garage instead of the Ferrari garage of Charles. It was of course filmed on tv and roaring cheers had filled the public outside.
"What are you doing here?"
My left hand was on her waist as her right hand rested on my left arm.
"Well I'm in Milan for work... so I figured I would drop by for the weekend."
"You have no idea how happy this makes me Leen. You made time for it."
"I had too. I missed my boyfriend."
She grabbed my face between her hands and pecked my lips softly.
"I would give you a hug but you're perfectly dressed up and I'm soaking wet from sweating."
"Yeah I appreciate that you don't."
She giggled softly as she walked with me to the drivers room. I went to do some interviews when Eileen was pulled apart by some people who wanted to interview her as well. I went from interview to interview with all the same questions. The only few questions I got that did get my interest was because Eileen her name was part of the question. When I was done I looked around the paddock to find Eileen standing somewhere with 10 different reporters around her. She stood straight with her perfect posture and she carried a friendly and approachable smile on her lips as she answered all the questions. I walked closer to them and her eyes locked with mine. Some of the interviewers made way and almost pushed me next to her. Probably so they could make one of the first pictures of us. I placed my left hand on the small of her back as she was still busy answering a question.
"How are you feeling now that you officially quit your CFO position?"
"I feel very well about it. I'll miss everybody at the company a lot because everybody was just amazing and so friendly but closing a door means a new one can open and I would love to know where all these doors could lead me to."
"How did no one know about your own company? It only came out this morning."
"I kept everyone at the company under an oath. Nobody would tell my identity until everything was settled. The company had grown faster then I had ever thought it could and that's also the reason I decided to quit my job and fully focus on my company. We're expanding to different buildings now as well."
"In which cities will these buildings come?"
"Currently we're installed in Toulouse, Rouen, Dijon and the headquarters in Monte-Carlo. So we've upgraded to 4 buildings in the past 2 years. For now I'm wanting to focus on Italy. I would love to have a building in Milan, Bologna and Napels. I'll be searching for buildings close to those cities but of course it's not guaranteed that it will happen. I'm already happy with how everything is currently going."
"How will you be combining your work with your relationship. Pierre is always on the move and you will probably be busy yourself."
"We haven't really been thinking a lot about that. I will probably be able to come to races in Europe but in other continents will be very hard."
"Would you want to add something to that Pierre?"
"I think I would fly to wherever she is in between races. We always have days in between when that's possible so I'll try my best to go visit her as much as I can while also spending enough time with the team."
"Thank you for your time."
"Thank you for having us."
I gave them a slight nod while Eileen replied to the interviewer. I grabbed her hand while we walked off to the garage again.
"You are media trained I have no doubt about that. You cannot be so natural with it."
