𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭
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Abigail Mathews had always felt in the blurry part of the picture, wondering if, in her work at the Haas F1 Team, anyone would ever really notice her.
But an email, one morning, ca...
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Maranello, Italy, March 2022
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The eyes were defined as the mirror of the soul. The eyes could express so many different emotions...
But the direction of the gaze and the intensity could have millions of different meanings, if you knew how to grasp them. Precisely for this reason, you could hear the most beautiful phrases, only when your mouth was closed and your eyes open.
"Me? I'm not laughing at all." He whispered too, but the dimple mark became more pronounced, letting me know he was holding back. Looking at someone, from such a close distance, should have been forbidden.
I placed my face on my hand, so that I could look at it sideways.
"Mh mh..." I added, to make it clear that I didn't believe it.
A chair crawled, moving the table slightly.
"Shall I interrupt anything?" The Spaniard's voice made its way into my ears and forced me to turn around.
"Carlos! Go figure." I giggled at her statement, ceasing to be turned in her friend's direction.
Mattia Binotto sat in his seat, took a glass and gave a few blows with the knife on the glass, he drew everyone's attention.
"I wanted to thank you for being here, for some it is also a day off, but I am happy that you have decided to participate. The last few months have been intense, but what we have worked for together will make sense in two days. Our aim was to create something better than in previous years, and from the tests it seems that we have succeeded." He took a moment before continuing.
"In addition to all of us in the team, I wanted to toast and thank our new engineer. Who despite having started working here, only in January, helped us by making huge steps in the creation of the car. To Abigail Mathews and to all of you!" He raised his glass high, to start a toast, so I took mine and raised it in the same way.
We began to bump the small glasses against each other and Charles was the first to make him collide with mine: "To you." He then whispered, accompanying the statement with a wink.
The dinner went on quietly: Vittoria kept repeating to me how happy she was with the speech and Carlos asking me every second if I wanted anything else to drink. So much so that when I asked if he wanted to get me drunk, he burst out laughing for no reason and the drunk one gave me the impression of being him.
Charles and I seemed to have a clandestine relationship; Every moment was an excuse to let our fingers be touched, look at each other secretly and stop doing it when the other began.
It was time to leave and I got up, putting on my long black coat. Vittoria asked me to wait for her while she went to the bathroom for a second and I stayed near the table.
