Criminal ~ OP81

03. Andrea does what she wants

Andrea Wolff

Meeting George Russel had to have been the most awkward moment ever. And it had nothing to do with him and was fully because of the man I call 'dad'.

I felt just as bad for George as I did myself. Because as hard as it is dealing with your dad trying to set you up, I imagine it's even harder dealing with your boss trying to set you up.

But he handled it like a champ and I'd like to think I did too. Well maybe not a champ but I did well enough for my dad to leave me alone after introducing us.

Luckily George had a race to, well ya know, race in so I was left alone by my dad for a good two hours before the garage erupted into screams and shouts because of George's victory. I screamed as well but not for Mercedes, Oscar got p2 and I cared more about it than I thought I would.

But I couldn't exactly go congratulate either guys as I was sent off with Susie to go back to the hotel to get ready for the party going on tonight.

I would've minded more about being sent away but getting to go back early meant I got in an hour Power Nap before having to get ready.

The club is pulsing with energy when I arrived, the heavy bassed music reverberated through my body as I wandered through the crowd. The heat of so many people packed together made my skin prickle and feel warmer than I would like. My sparkly navy blue dress practically stuck to my skin because of the humidity.

The club atmosphere was electric all due to George's surprise victory. Everywhere I looked I saw a person i definitely saw a few hours ago in the Mercedes garage, partying it up like they don't have work tomorrow.

I mean technically I was also here to celebrate my dad's team's victory knowing I'd have to be up tomorrow, but there was a part of me that's secretly hoping to run into a certain Australian driver who finished second on the podium.

Maybe I just wanted to congratulate him?

A loud buzzer went off in my mind because even I didn't believe my own bullshit I was silently spewing. Yeah I wanted to congratulate him like a nice person, but I selfishly wanted another smile from him that made my heart suddenly become a pro track runner.

Was there the potential that I was delusional this morning? Maybe because of the lack of coffee or food? Who knew! I'd find out though because I didn't care what my dad said.

Speaking of which, I spot my dad chatting with some team members and George so i carefully make way over to them. As i approach, i happen overhear snippets of their conversation.

My dad really needs to know how to whisper if he doesn't want me snooping.

"...impressive drive from Piastri," my dad says and it makes me want to laugh. Hours ago he was getting pissy about my talking to the guy and here he is, praising his driving that deserves to be praised. "That overtake in the final laps was something else."

Id blame it on the alcohol but im currently sober as hell, so I have nothing to blame for my heart fluttering at the mention of Oscar.

George spots me and I almost laugh when he excuses himself from my dad seconds before my dad spots me. Me and George might become scheming buddies before anything else, he appears to want this even less than I do.

"Andrea! What did you think of the race today? It's been a while since you've watched them from the garage" my dad shouts, it's clear he's had at least something to drink. For some it might be weird but I love it when my dad drinks- not like in the alcoholic way of course- because it finds a way to mellow him out.