Ice cold - Back to F1

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I'm back! I hope you guys had a nice holiday 🫶🏻
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Otto slowed down the car and pulled up to the office in Geneva. He turned his body, facing Emma, he reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt. He started poking her on the arm. "Allez Emma, on est arrivé.... Réveille-toi..... Allô.... Emmaaaaa...." - "C'mon Emma, we're here.... Wake up.... Hello?.... Emmaaa" he said.
She grunted and woke up with a groan, she looked out of the window and stared at the building. The building, looked like nothing fancy but had somewhat a French touch to it. It was innetivable since the company was French. You can't go to the Ferrari H.Q ,in Maranello, expecting them to serve you sushi and whatnot. Of course they will be serving something from the region preferably something typically Italian. It was exactly like that, the company was extremely french.

The building which was a grey-bluish tint and had tall glass tinted windows, was a long rectangular shape. There were annexes next to the building, kind of like a hangars, that were used to store materials during the season, were now used as a display for the previous cars and of course the championship winning car.

Walking out of the parking lot and into the reception, she took off her leather jacket and the turtle neck, and hung them up in the custom closet. "Otto, ça te dérangerait d'arrêté de m'appeler "Mrs. Faggot"! C'était marrant les premières fois mais en publique c'est vraiment gênant surtout si les gens ne connaissent pas la ref" - " Otto, would it bother you to stop calling "Mrs Faggot"? I've got to give it to you, it was funny the first couple of times but, if people don't have the reference it gets extremely awkward.." she said to Otto whilst they were walking over the wodden floor, to their colleagues.

"Quoi!? Nooon mais, Emma écoute-moi c'est trop tard, pour moi tu seras toujours "Mrs. Faggot" je suis désolé" - " What!?? Nooo, Emma listen to me it's too late you'll always be "Mrs. Faggot", I'm sorry.." He said nearly bursting into tears, as he saw her face of disgust, she looked hopeless, after a short couple of seconds they burst into laughter. He had called her "Mrs. Faggot" because of her tremendous crush on Bradley Cooper. When he acted in Hangover.

Finally arriving to their colleagues, Marc had come with his wife they had just gotten a kid together and had left their kid with Marc's mother, the couple were in high spirits considering this was their first time alone to themselves. Pierre came alone, but standing next to him was a beautiful young lady. Otto inquired -" Who is this lovely young lady?" of course applying his Italian charm. The lady in question just blushed.

And on perfect timing right behind Otto, stood James one of Emma's best mates from work they worked constantly on the cars together and were practically a dream team. James cleared his throat " Ahem... Otto please let me introduce you to Jules, my girlfriend" James said introducing her to everyone. "Aaaah so you're Jules" said Otto without a filter.

Immediately after that sentence came out of Otto's mouth, and not a minute later Emma nudge him in between the ribs. "Ouch! What?" Otto whispered towards Emma "You don't say that in front of someone." Emma whispered back. By that time Pierre had excused Otto's behavior, and a light chuckle had travelled the group.

As they walked into the canteen, it was beautifully decorated with huge ornaments hanging from the ceilings and confetti lying on the tables, they greeted their team members and coworkers. On the scene in the middle of the room the CEO and the Team Principal stood up and made themselves over to the scene.
« Bonsoir tout le monde, merci infiniment d'avoir pris le temps de venir ce soir. Comme vous le savez cette année, à été superbe et je tiens à remercier non seulement les équipes du paddock, mais aussi les équipes qui sont derrières les rideaux, et qui construivent nos magnifiques voitures... » - " Good evening everybody, thanks a lot for taking the time to come tonight. As we all know this year, has been superb and I want to give my thanks to not only the teams in the paddock, but the teams that work 'behind the scenes' that manufacture all the pieces for the cars..." the CEO had started his speech, his voice trailed off into the distance.

Emma was not really paying attention, her gaze had wondered off and found it's point of interest. The display. Something had really caught her eye. She excused herself from and walked out of the assembly, she directed herself over to the display which was in the center of the main hall connecting the cafeteria and the offices, she was surprised she hadn't seen it earlier.

Placed under the spotlight was the beautiful McLaren MP4 -19 in all it's glory, designed by Adrian Newey. Next to it were two rally cars that had been decorated in the same livery. She thought to herself that the marketing team must have made new deals with the sponsors therefore, uniting F1 and Rally.
As she was intensively eyeing the car, with all its details, the rear wing, front wing, side pods, and the rear. All of the components minutely studied to maximise the aerodynamics of the car.
A middle aged man approached her, "Puis-je vous aider?...." - "Can I help you?..."
"Oh pardon! Je faisais que regarder la beauté de cette voiture.... Ça faisait un moment que j'avais vu une McLaren..." - "Oh sorry! I was just adoring the beauty of this car.... It's some time since I saw a McLaren..." she explained, indeed it had been a while since Emma had seen one. Probably since her accident in Formula 3 in 1998. That thought brings back flooding memories of a past so distant but yet so familiar.
Applause coming from the crowd, she broke out of her trans and walked back to her friends. « Excuse me,.. » She said to the fellow in charge of the display.
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«Emma t'étais passée où? » - " Emma where were you?" asked James, the two of them were standing in front of the make - shift bar, they were waiting to order a couple of drinks. She wanted a gin martini with olives.
« J'étais allée voir l'exposition, vers l'entrée. Nos voitures auront une nouvelle livrée l'année prochaine, dont aussi des nouveaux sponsor. Ils ont fait un accord avec une marque qui est déjà en collaboration avec McLaren, c'est pourquoi ils montrent aussi la F1 McLaren de cette année. » - " I was looking at the display near the atrium. Our cars will have a new livery next year, so also some new sponsors. Marketing have made a deal with a brand that is already in collaboration with McLaren, therefore the latest F1 car is on display." She explained.
-"Oh my lord say less!" James said excitedly and with that disappeared into thin air. She got her drinks and sat down at their table. Everyone at the table was engaged in a conversation. With a huge smile on her face, she thought to herself how lucky she was.

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There we go! Sorry it's a pretty boring chapter....
It actually took a while to write it! (or maybe it's just because I'm lazy.... 😭😭)
Can we talk about McLaren hard launching their new livery!?😭 💀
Hope you like it 🫶🏻