Fast Lanes and Headlines - Toto Wolff

Billionaire crush

New chaper and I finally found her a name, Lmao

Her name is Mila Malia Runner (No idea why)

My stomach drops and I can't help but blush. Did he just really call me very talented? I look around the group to be greeted with very friendly smiles and one of the guys holds out a hand to greet me.

''Such high praise from Toto. You must seriously be a talented young lady. I'm the head engineer''

''Thank you very much I'm really flattered but I'm sure Toto is being generous''

The engineer shakes his head.

''You must not know him very well''

He laughs

''Toto never gives anyone a compliment unless they deserve it 100%''

Says another one. I look back at Toto, trying to decipher if it was true but he only nods. Warmth runs through me and I feel a sense of pride. With said pride comes courage and I start introducing myself to the others. One of them says he has even read some of my stuff. All of them are important parts of the Mercedes team and I feel very honored to be able to talk to them.

''When you are done, you can come back standing next to me''

Toto excuses himself mid-conversation, and I watch him leave back to his seat. Probably to prepare further for the race. The others continue the conversation, and I listen intently. My inner journalist is very investigated, and I can already imagine what a great post this would make. After getting fired, I will just have to post it on my personal blog instead of professionally.

My own blog doesn't reach as many people as the newsletter I worked for, but I have a small audience that generates a small income. Sadly, not enough to make a living. Slowly they have to leave and get ready as well, so I walk back to Toto, where he was having what seems like an intense conversation with the Lewis Hamilton. I had interviewed a few drivers, but I never got to interview him. According to my boss, Hamilton can only be interviewed by very professional and successful writers. Punch in the gut, isn't it?

Suddenly, Lewis attention drifts to me. He is wearing his race suit. Ready to drive but right now he is looking at me and if I'm not mistaken, he actually just scanned me from head to toe. Toto, in front of him on the chair, notices the shift in Hamilton's attention and follows his gaze, landing on me. I feel like I interrupted and flash a quick smile.

''Sorry, I was just waiting. Don't mind me''

A gentle smile touches Lewies's lips and he waves it off.

''No worries, we were done anyway''

''Yes, we were'' Toto adds

''Okay, so, um, if it's not bad timing right now, could you sign this for my younger sister?''

I pull out an old driver card of his and hold it towards him.

''I wouldn't ask if you weren't one of my sister's biggest inspirations, both on and off track''

If not ask now, then never and I'm genuinely scared that my sister will stop talking to me if she finds out. To my luck, Hamilton grabs the picture.

''Woa, that is such an old photo''

He laughs and the tension I held lifts off.

''You said I'm her inspiration? Does that mean she drives too?''

Smart guy.

''Yes, that is true. She is actually currently in Formula 4 and I'm unbelievably proud of her''