Blueberry- Lando Norris

Part 2

   When my father told me on the phone that he wanted to see us urgently, I did not think that I would have to fly all the way to the UK to see him. I have no idea why he wants to see us here. He called me to a big building with a beautiful lake in front of it. Before arriving here, the driver he sent took me to leave my luggage at a villa that belongs to the family and which is behind a forest on the outskirts of London. You usually go to luxury hotels in the center of the nearest city. If he sent me somewhere else and told me to pack more clothes, it means he has something to do with me.

Stefan

I have arrived.

Where exacly should we meet?

Come to the meeting room.

I'm waiting for you.

And...where is that?

   Did not answer. I was so attentive to the screen in case there was an answer that I wasn't even attentive to where I was going. At one point I feel like I bump into someone. I look up from my phone and see how the person in front of me spilled the coffee he was holding in his hand on his shirt. His phone fell on the floor. We bent down at the same time to take it. I touched him first and his hand touched mine. I picked up his phone and saw that it was slightly broken. "I am sorry! I didn't mean to hit you. I was focused on getting an answer. I can fix it, I'm sure that in a few minutes it will be like new." "The T-shirt or the phone" he asked with a small laugh. Both" I answer a little spooked. "Why would you do this? No one is forcing you to try to fix them." "I just don't ruin your phone and your shirt and then disappear without doing anything. This happened because of my fault, I will fix them." "I didn't think that the famous singer Sahra cares about those who are more unknown than her." What he tells me makes me sad. People always judge me only by the number of followers. "So you know who I am..." "No. I know what image you have, but I don't know who you are." His hand grabs my forearm and pulls me closer to him. I feel the other hand wrap around my waist. I'm too close to him. He looks me straight in the eyes and I at him. "I'm Lando Norris. Racing driver for McLaren." I don't say anything, but I look at him in confusion. He understands the message. "You're in the McLaren Technology Center and you don't know who I am?" "Father told me to come here. He is waiting for me in the meeting room." "How do you go up those stairs, the second door on the left. I will also come after I change. I will send you the shirt. I need them tomorrow and without that coffee stain." After that he left without letting me say anything.

   "Sorry for the delay, but you didn't tell me where to find the hall." "That's not what matters now, Sahra. It is important that you have arrived. I would like to introduce you to Zak Brown, C.E.O McLaren and Oscar Piastri, one of the drivers of the Formula 1 team." "Delighted! Sahara." The door opens behind me and Norris points at it. "I see that you managed to reach the end. And I who thought I would have to look for you." he says. "I see that you know each other. This is very good." "Let's get to the point." Dad begins. "Sahra, Oscar, me and Zak decided to do a collaboration that benefits both of us." Zak holds out a contract in front of us. Oscar takes it in his hand and starts reading it. I see Norris looking curious. "What exactly is this contract about?" "You and Oscar will make it seem like you have a relationship. Each's followers will benefit the other and opportunities will grow for both."

   I remain shocked. "Not! I won't have a relationship with a person I don't know." "Sahara! Come for a while, we need to talk." I go with him, and during the discussion, my eyes fill with tears, but I don't cry. I turn to the contract and sign it, without saying anything. Oscar also opposes, being more determined than me. Zak does not give up and forces him to sign. Then Norris thinks to intervene. "I sign for Oscar." Norris takes the pen and signs the contract.