Lando & the PA- LANDO NORRIS

1- A Job?

MARIA POV

4pm, hmm I had woken up earlier than usual. I looked to my bedside table to see a line racked, fuck yes that will wake me up. I quickly took my pick me up and started scrolling through my photos to make a post. I had a decent amount of followers and made some money so I guess I was classed as an 'influencer'. In reality I liked to party, spend money and do shit which made for a great insta grid. 

My brother was also a big reason for my following and well money really. He was a footballer, even played for England. But he died which was a huge head fuck and probably the reason I enjoyed going out and the drink and drugs that accompanied it. When he died and his will was read my parents were shocked to find out he had left his entire fortune to me. But it made sense, he didn't have a wife or kids and he kinda assumed when he died our parents would be gone so he had left everything to me. 

My parents hated what the money did. I already had thousands of followers but his shock death put my social media in the spotlight which resulted in more brand deals and more money. The inheritance also meant I was set for life as he had put most aside to ensure a bright future. This resulted in me just partying and living my best life as I had no need to really get a job. They knew I did coke but I played it down how much I did because shit, fuck rehab. 

After a quick post about the previous night I decided to head to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. I had actually stayed at my parents, I did have a flat that my brother had bought but I didn't like staying there often, I felt like an imposter. He had only died 6 months ago and I hadn't decided if I wanted to sell it or rent it and I also didn't want to rush buying a house especially when my parents did enjoy me being around, mostly. They hated what I was doing with my life but after loosing their son they also wanted me close. 

As I got to the kitchen I could hear my parents whispering, but also arguing? wtf is there problem. They heard me approach and quickly the whispering had stopped. 

'go on then, spill' 

I could see my parents giving a lot of thought to what they would respond with. Seriously what is up with them. 

'Maria look, we get that since the accident you have a new lifestyle and we are understanding to why you would be acting like this and doing what you do. But the thing is we can't stand and watch you destroy yourself. You need to do something, you need a job'. My mum nodded her head along with my dads statement. 

'Money isn't a problem, I told you I have plans to spend it wisely stop fucking stressing' I sighed and grabbed a glass and filled it with ice and prepped my coffee. 

'Right we supported your decision to leave uni, but you need some structure and discipline. Me and your mum are scared you might end up harming yourself or worse with your current lifestyle'

'I don't want to work in a fucking tesco or get a job that's going to make me more depressed. I want to have fun and live life to the full. I don't want to live a boring life planning for a future that I am not guaranteed' My mums face dropped with my last words. I wasn't trying to be horrible but she knew I had a point. My brother didn't live a full life, he played it safe to invest in a future, a future he never had. 

'We know you wouldn't thrive in most jobs especially with your attitude and behaviour' god can't he just say with chest that I party and do shit. 

'So what's your suggestion then, what will preoccupy your reckless daughter' I smirked at him knowing he would fail to impress me with a job.

'We have a deal for you. If you do this job and stick it out for the season we will match the inheritance money and allow you to make all financial decisions such as having a job or should I say not having a job with no objections from us, suggestions but no arguing against you spending desire' Fucking hell I knew my parent where rich but Jesus fucking christ, I wouldn't even have to post again or lift a finger with that money. 

'Okay I am interested but respectfully I am alarmed by the choice of word, season? Respectfully I am not getting a role at a football club. You know I will get all the wrong attention and be reminded of him. You almost had a deal there, but no sorry' I grabbed my espresso shot and added it to my iced oat milk and stated to make my way back to my room. 

'It's not football' I turned back and looked at my mum, brave of her to finally contribute to this job prospect. 

I raised my eyebrows while sipping my coffee waiting for the mystery job to reveal itself.

'Well you know we caught up with your godfather recently and he asked how you were and we were honest with him and said we were at a loss and that you needed a purpose and distraction. You needed a job but we knew it had to be the right fit for it to at all be beneficial. To cut a long story short he offered you to work for him this year, well for Mercedes. Toto suggested that you become an assistant for Lewis, they were struggling to find someone who they could trust and Toto thought it would be amazing for you and we couldn't agree more' Hmm did sound kinda fun. Lewis was a similar age to my brother so I had met him a few times, he did seem alright.

'and if I don't take the job?'

'We have spoken to a lawyer and to be blunt we are in a position to withhold a large part of your inheritance until you go to rehab' My jaw dropped, fucking interfering pricks. Before I could start a screaming match my mother decided to chime in.

'Thats not what we want Maria, we know you are sad and copping in a, well, unusual and unconventional way. But think about it. Firstly, you love Toto and he would look after you well. And you would get to travel for the races and the lifestyle of being an assistant for Lewis would allow you to maintain a slight level of your current lifestyle. Please, this is an incredible opportunity and would be something anyone would leap at to just for the memories and life experience.' that bitch. she used my own persuasion of you only live once, fuck it to make me feel bad and agree. 

'Fine. The money at the end would be good and the parties look fucking sick. Now as a thank you for taking your offer can you just be fucking chill until I leave. I am a working lady now'

'You leave in just over a week, we can talk details later. Thank you for this, it means a lot to us and we really think you will enjoy it and cherish the time'

'Yeah it will be nice to be away from you two crazies' I smiled at my parents to let them know I was joking, mainly. It would be nice to be away from them and I guess there are way worse jobs, fuck checking if people have paid 10p for their plastic bag. 

The following week I partied hard as I had the great excuse that my friends would not see me that much for almost a year. I also ensured to consume as much coke as possible, could be hard to get with all the travelling and I doubt the drivers will be on that vibe. Don't get me wrong I was almost pleased I would have to stop, I knew I had an addiction. Everyone knew I did it but not to the level I did it as I refused to admit out loud I had an issue and like I said, fuck rehab. 

I had treated myself to all the clothes, handbags and bags I could desire in preparation for my new job. Toto had informed me that hotels would all be sorted and if we were in a country where he didn't have property I would have an airbnb all paid for. If I am being honest I couldn't fucking wait, the lifestyle seemed right up my street.