Problematic || Lando Norris

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Madelyn Francis-Clark
Japan 🇯🇵

"Thank you, sweetie." The bitch of a journalist smiled pouting her bursting lips at me as I stood from my seat.

"Anytime." I respond, copying her sickly sweet tone before leaving the room.

I leave one of the many events my PR manager had set up for me today and that one takes the cake for being the worst one yet. To start I got a bitchy vibe from her as soon as I walked through the door which surprised me considering she was a middled aged woman, with a face full of plastic. Probably jealous of my natural beauty. She kept jabbing at the fact I was out and one of the most important times in my team was coming up and my spot was facing jeopardy.

I was happy to be out of the room wishing that grey cloud had dispersed from my head, yet I still felt it looming over me reminding me my career isn't exactly safe. I try to bury those thoughts away as I sat down in the empty waiting room at the end of the paddock waiting for my ride back to the hotel. Im not gonna lie and say I watched todays part of the race, so I was present for the first half of the Chinese qualifying before being pulled out for my interview but doesn't mean I was paying attention. My head snapped up as I heard one of the many doors slam open followed by a very angry Lando storming through the room looking like he's on his way to murder somebody, so I keep my head down to stay out of his firing line.

"Enjoy the race?" My driver says, as I pulled my seatbelt across my body.

"Ugh, not really." I honestly answering whilst rolling my eyes slightly relieved to be leaving the race track.

"McLaren fan too?" He sighed shaking his head as I opened Instagram and started to scroll through trying to ignore the man in front of me.  

"Absolutely not." I grimaced holding back the gag making him laugh.

As I fell into the world of social media I had learnt what had happened in the other half of qualifying today regarding the McLaren and its toxic driver. Going round a corner he had locked up sending himself and the car into a wall. Out of reflex I looked up to make sure no one was looking and kept on reading, something I usually didn't do because I didn't care but I'm curious to see what will happen to him tomorrow. The crash was bad with him being ok but the car was a mess and no one knows if he's going to get his car repaired in time with the great heaps of damage there was to the car, yikes.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence to my delight allowing me to calm down from my shit show of an interview. I thanked the driver as I stepped out the car I walked up the few steps which took me to the grand entrance for our Chinese hotel. The lobby was busy, filled with majority of formula one employees who were running around as though it was the end of the world. I walked through the lobby not paying attention to any of the people who were rushing in between rooms, thinking I had made it through without getting involved in anyones business. But this idea went out the window as I heard my name being called from behind me. I roll my eyes as I pull away from the lift which was seconds away from taking me to my room.

I turn around to see Oscar the other McLaren driver stood behind me holding a blinding white envelope which I assumed to be the reason as to why his face was turned upside down with a frown looking like it's made of stone.

"Who pissed in you cereal?" I asked mimicing his mannerisms of folding my arms as I tried to study him trying to predict what was going to say next.

Oscar ignored what I said as he extended his arm in my direction revealing the name which was perfectly written onto the envelope. I looked the driver up and down before moving my hand towards the paper but he pulled it back down to his side to ask a question.