When a woman with a dark, secretive past, falls in love, with not one, not two, but three Formula 1 drivers. But the only question is, who will she choose
OC (Jules Bianchi's "daughter," and Former racer) X Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, and Charle...
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I arrive at the academy, coffee in one hand, the other with a bag full of equipment. "Ahh, Lana," a voice hollers from the other direction. Turning my head, I'm greeted by the same woman from yesterday.
She signals me to follow her, walking into the elevator. "Remember your office number?" I nod, "Yes ma'am!"
She laughs, "Oh darling, you make me feel so old, call me Allison." I smile at her, today is going to be a good day.
——— I walk into my new office, seeing just a desk, chair, and monitor. I picture what I can turn this place into, making it my own.
I set my stuff down, as Allison gets a call.
"What do you mean he canceled? She's new, someone has to give her a tour today, I can't, I know nobody else can, what do you want me to do?!"
wonderful, just fucking wonderful. My day has already been crap, now a tour guide can't even show up.
She finishes up the phone call, then looks over at me, "Someone will give you a tour today, I promise. Until then, just set up the office to your liking. Feel free to order food and anything else you need, I'll have someone run it up to you. I'm sorry, darling."
"It's okay Mrs. Allison," I say, noticing the ring on her finger. She smiles, then walks out of the room.
——— I finish setting the office up, normally I'd be pretty tired because of jet lag, moving furniture, & getting up early.
But, the 8 cups of coffee I've had today have helped, I am certainly not getting any sleep tonight.
I set up my account on the monitor when someone knocks at the door. "Come in!" A man walks in, "are you Ms. Lana Bianchi," his Australian accent stands out. I get up out of my seat, "why yes I am" he holds his hand as I shake it, "Daniel Ricciardo."
He looks the same as the photos Jules would show me, he hasn't changed.
"Well, let's get started on that tour of yours!" I laugh, "Let me just grab my phone real quick." He chuckles at me," Take your time, there's no rush."
———- As we're just about to finish the tour, Daniel asks if we can introduce me to some drivers, and of course, I agree. "Hamilton!" Daniel shouts as a Mercedes driver turns his head in our direction, with an Angry look on his face. We walk over to the driver, me and Daniel making small talk on the way. "Lewis is kinda different on practice days, so just prepare yourself. He isn't always..." he tries to find the word "moody?" I question, as we both laugh, "Yeah, moody."
