Black Widow

3.

A few days later, Shirley and I walked in the Monaco paddock, feeling confident as ever.

We looked like we belonged here, which we didn't, but no one could tell otherwise.

We were dressed in the most expensive dresses we owed, most women here were probably wearing bras that were more expensive though.

But that didn't matter. It certainly looked as if we belonged here.

"What's the plan?" Shirley asked, putting her sunglasses on. "There is no plan" I mumbled.

"No plan? So what are we gonna do?"

"Walk in the Red Bull hospitality and try to find the fucker, that's the first thing we are gonna do" I answered.

That's exactly what we did. Or that's what we wanted to do, until someone bumped his shoulder against mine, pretty hard.

He didn't even apologize, didn't even look back.

"Watch were you're going, asshole" I yelled, causing him to look behind him with a frown.

"Yeah well maybe walk straight next time, then people wouldn't bump into you" he yelled back.

"Excuse m-"

"What happened to not causing a scene or drawing attention to us?" Shirley interrupted me as she nudged me.

"He started it" I frowned.

Shirley sighed and shook her head. "Anyways, since you didn't come up with a plan, I did."

"Oh?" I was quite surprised about it. Shirley never really helped me, not on the scene at least. She always helped me from behind her laptop.

"I booked a tour around the Red Bull garage" she said, walked in the hospitality as she did.

"Why?" I asked, walking up at the paddock club, where all the rich bastards were gonna be.

"Because he might be there, if he's not here, then he probably will be there"

I nodded. "Good thinking"

"And I booked you a hot lap with one of the drivers" she added with a smile.

"Why? Do you think he will be there too?"

"No" she said, giving me a glass of champagne. "Just because I thought you would like it"

I chuckled. "Yeah I probably would"

But first, we enjoyed the free drinks and food in the paddock club, unfortunately without spotting the man I was looking for.

We also took the tour around the garage, met the drivers, mechanics and some engineers, but once again not the fucker.

"You sure he's coming?" I asked. "No, I never said I was sure"

So there was a chance he wasn't even coming. Great.

"He will for sure come to the race on Sunday" she quickly added because she probably saw the look on my face. "It's time for your hot lap, I'll look for him in the hospitality"

"You do that" I nodded. "I am going to have fun now!" I waved with a smile as I walked to the track.

There were different cars lined up, I was supposed to go to car number 5, so I walked passed a few cars.

But my attention got dragged to car number 4, or the old guy standing next to it.

It was the fucker I was looking for.

I wanted to grab my phone, take a picture of him and send it to Shirley, but someone interrupted me as he put a helmet in front of me.

"Number 5?" He asked. "Yeah, than-" I stopped as I turned around and of course the asshole who bumped into me was standing in front of me now.

"Hopefully you drive better than you walk" I said as I grabbed the helmet out of his hands.

He chuckled. "At least you won't be in the way so I can't drive into you, right?"

"Right" I said, walked to the car with him. "You can drive in the car in front of us though"

Okay, not the smartest thing to say.

"Why? You don't like Max?" He chuckled.

Max Verstappen was driving the car in front of us, car number 4 with the fucker next to him.

Awesome. Max was probably the key that could give me some information.

But first, I had to survive this hot lap with..- I don't even know his name.

I put my helmet on, sat down next to him in the car and looked at him. "Let's go pretty boy"

"Oh, you think I'm pretty?" I could see the smirk on his face even with his helmet on.

"Don't get carried away" I mumbled.

And then all of a sudden, he started driving, faster and faster.

I hated to admit it, but he was a good driver and I was enjoying myself.

He did a couple of laps, even though I was sure he was only meant to do one lap, and stopped again in the pitlane.

"Thanks uh-" I looked at him as I took my helmet off. "Lando" he quickly replied.

"Lando" I mumbled and nodded, grabbed my phone out of my purse.

Pretty sure he was still talking as I walked away. I didn't have time for him.

Shirley

Found him
Can you fix a M&G with MV?

A what with who?

Meet and greet
Max Verstappen

Don't think he does that
Only interviews

Hmmm
Can you google the name Lando
F1 driver.

Lando Norris
Drives for Mclaren

And friends with Max?

Seems like it

Fix a Mclaren pass for tomorrow, will you?

Gotcha babe