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{ riley's version }

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Florida summers were something that only the bravest could handle and growing up here didn't help. But it could be helped with the sweet cover of the invention of air conditioning. I sighed as I walked into the condo I shared with my older brother and his friend. The noise from the kitchen made it easy to realize the two of them were home, much to my surprise.

I removed my headphones as I tried to steal a drink from the fridge. Logan was the first to notice me.

"Riri!"

I rolled my eyes at the childhood nickname, hating it. But it wasn't the time to start a fight. I turned around as I sipped at the water in my hand. "Logan."

"I didn't know you were off work yet."

I shrugged. "I got my reports done."

"And class?"

"I went to all of them, Mom. Thanks for asking."

He rolled his eyes at me. "I'm just making sure."

"Why are you even home?"

He tilted his head at me and I realized how snappy it sounded.

"Sorry. I just mean, I thought you wouldn't be home all summer."

"I wasn't supposed to be but I got the weekend off and decided to come see you."

I nodded, looking over at Alex who had done a really good job of looking at his phone. I snorted, flicking some of the condensation from the bottle at him. He gasped, not expecting the cold water. It earned me a glare and I snorted.

"Hi, Alex."

"Sup Riley."

"You didn't want to go home?"

He shrugged. "Beach."

"Fair point."

I turned on my heel, going to walk back to my room. I needed some silence, or at least personal space. Those two would find something to do without me and I would be sure that Logan would find a way to drag me out later but as long as I got a few hours, I wouldn't mind.

"Yo Ri."

I stopped, making a fit of turning around. "What?"

"There's a letter for you."

He pointed to the envelope sitting on the island. I raise an eyebrow, not expecting anything. I had paid all my bills this month and I made sure to let the mailman know to just throw away anything spam. I picked it up, not taking the time to look at the address. I was more curious about what was inside. Logan and Alex must have been the same because they walked around the island, trying to look over my shoulder.

The paper was nice and there was a logo at the top my tired mind couldn't place.

Ms. Sargeant,

Thank you for your interest in our position. After some careful consideration, we are happy to offer you an internship at McLaren Racing. Note all the rules and parts of your contract below. If you are wanting to take the job, please send an email to the address below. We cannot wait to hear back from you.