Start Date: 11.06.2024
How long can a person follow their dreams? How long can they chase their dreams? Ever since I was little, my only dream was to be a Formula 1 driver. That was my brother's only dream too. How could I have known that love would...
As soon as my alarm went off in the morning, I quickly put on the clothes I had hung on my closet door from last night and rushed to the kitchen to eat the sandwich I had prepared the night before. After leaving the house, I closed the outer door behind me. I opened the door of my car, sat on the leather seat, put my bag on the side seat. After entering the location, I started driving the car on the route indicated. It was cold so I turned on the heater and hoped to warm up before I left. The mechanical sound on the map announced my approach and I looked around to see where I could park. After finding a good parking space I got my stuff, got out of the car and locked the car. I was standing in front of a big building, the exterior of the building was predominantly gray and white and the windows were covered, but through the front door you could see the cars inside. In front of the building there was a big sign saying "Red Bull Racing". I walked in and walked right up to the counter. "Welcome to Red Bull Racing. How can I help you?" I smiled at the woman and started talking.
"I had a meeting at two o'clock. With Helmut Marko."
"Are you Mrs. Bronie?" She was clearly surprised.
"Yes, that's me."
"Okay. I'll call a friend of mine right away, he will direct you to Mr. Marko." I nodded and he dialed a number on the phone on the desk. After a short wait, another girl approached me and I turned to her.
"I will help you from here, this way please." We walked through the long winding corridors and reached the door to the meeting room. The girl knocked on the door, poked her head through the open door and announced my arrival. When the door opened fully, I slowly walked in and shook the outstretched hand of the standing Mr. Marko.
"Welcome, Bronie." I sat down on one of the chairs and Mr. Marko took his seat opposite me.
"Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, water."
"Coffee would be nice. Thank you." He nodded and reached for the phone and said he wanted two americanos and water. I sat back and he asked me to introduce myself until our coffees arrived. When our coffees arrived I took a sip and swallowed, trying to focus my attention on the other people sitting at the table. But Christian Horner entered the room and everyone stood up and greeted him, except Marko,
"Welcome." He briefly greeted everyone and the meeting started.
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