ׂ╰┈➤𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

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''okay, keys, coffee, phone, envelope.''

''keys, coffee, phone, envelope.''

Evelyn continuously recited the list. 

''keys, coffee, phone, envelope.''

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*

At 8:30 in the morning, a time earlier than Evelyn typically woke up, she found herself preparing for a job interview—a departure from her college routine where most classes were in the afternoon, except for the dreaded Spanish class.

Back in college, the early morning Spanish class was a constant struggle for Evelyn. She despised the early wake-up calls and the groggy march to class. Her logic was simple: attending a class when exhausted meant retaining little to no information. So, she had devised a plan to attend Spanish class only once a month, reasoning that tiredness hindered focus and learning.

Besides the early hour, another challenge was the professor himself. He seemed as ancient as time itself, prompting her friends to jokingly dub him as Albert Einstein's lost Colombian brother. 

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*

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Adding a touch of personal flair, she chose small gold hoops for earrings and tied her hair back into a sleek ponytail. A few spritzes of her favorite Miss Dior perfume, a thoughtful gift from Lando for her graduation, brought a smile to her face as she headed out the door of her apartment in Fiarono.

The short drive to Maronella, Italy in the uber, gave her a moment to reflect on the day ahead. She couldn't help but wonder about the specific request for her presence at Ferrari headquarters, especially since the email came from the FIA. It felt like a puzzle she hadn't quite solved yet, but she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the excitement and nerves of what awaited her.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*

As Evelyn arrived at the Ferrari headquarters in Maronella, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of the place. The building stood tall and imposing a modern masterpiece of glass and steel that reflected the prestige and history of the iconic racing team.

Entering the lobby, Evelyn was greeted by the unmistakable scent of leather and engine oil—a subtle reminder of the racing heritage that diffused every inch of the building. The walls were adorned with photographs, helmets and trophies, showcasing the rich legacy of Ferrari in motorsport. Evelyn couldn't resist the urge to capture the moment.

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