Cropped out - an Oscar Piastri x OC fic

Chapter 4- Mega

Eliana:
Im up before my alarm goes off. I'm too anxious for my first day, and I've spent nearly 30 minutes deciding what to wear, clothes scattered on my floor in an array of colours. I'm currently in light blue low-rise jeans, with a tight fitting white top on. It's simple but I'm overthinking anything I put on. I grab for a grey cardigan and chuck it on, knowing I'll be cold later.

I sit at my island and eat my yogurt and oats I made for breakfast, checking my dry as hell phone in case I've missed an important email from my new boss or something. After 10 minutes of radio silence I wash up my plate and head to my bathroom to brush my teeth.
When I'm sure I have nothing left in my teeth I touch up my face with a light layer of mascara and concealer, just to hide a few blemishes and lighten my face. I never don't wear mascara, so I'd feel naked without it.
I check my phone. 7:25 am.  I still don't need to be there for another hour and a half, but I rush to chuck my shoes on anyways. I stare at my shoes for a while, eventually choosing my black sambas before I have an anxiety-induced spiral over what fucking shoes I'm wearing.

I stare at myself in my mirror, checking I look fine, then grab my leather jacket and my bag, walking out of the safety of my flat and head downstairs in the lift towards my car. My dark blue Audi RS7, a birthday present from Livia's dad, greets me when I enter the car park of my apartment complex. I got it last year for my 22nd birthday after I said in front of him that I wanted one, the next thing I knew the car was parked outside the club. I'm not totally sure what Liv's dad does for a living, but whatever it is I will keep quiet about it if it means he treats me like this. He's basically my dad, as my sperm donor (or father, I guess) ditched my mum when I was 5. Reggie Hansley has, and will always, look out for me as if I was his own. And also give me 100 grand cars, apparently.

I start to drive out of the car park, following my satnav on my phone towards Woking, hopefully beating the early morning rush of the London traffic. I have more than enough time to get there, but I'm stressed anyways. When I'm at a red light at a junction I know takes forever, I chuck on a playlist from Spotify and turn the volume up. 'Tiny Moves' by bleachers plays and I tap my fingers to the beat as I pull away from the lights.

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I arrive at the MTC 45 minutes before I'm supposed to be there, so I just sit in my car contemplating what to do and make sure I look presentable in my mirror. After 10 minutes I get too anxious and decide that being 30 minutes early is better than beating late, so grab my stuff and head towards the entrance, it's not busy so I hope I don't need to meet too many people today. I'm terrible with names.

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"Hi, can I help you?" A man at the front desk asks me, a slight smile on his face. He looks kind, so I smile back.

"Yes. Im actually here to meet with Zak I think, I'm starting today." I nervously respond

"Ah, Eliana Rhodes, is that right?"

"Yes" I slowly breathe out

"No problem. This is yours, you'll need it any time you visit the MTC" he says whilst handing me an orange lanyard with my name, job, and picture on it, "but no worries if you lose it, we can replace it"

"Thank you"

"I'll call someone down to take you to Zak, they won't be long. Enjoy your first day" he smiles at me again. I like this man. He emits such a good aura, one that instantly calms me down.

I smile and nod, "okay", dropping my bag on the floor and taking my phone out of my pocket to send a message to Liv and double check my emails to see if I'm actually supposed to be here today. Obviously I am, but I just need something to do.

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I look up and place my phone back in my pocket when I hear people coming towards me.

"Hi" I smile at the woman in front of me