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"So" Shirley cleared her throat as she put her laptop next to her on the bed. I just walked out of the bathroom of our hotel, freshly showered.

I needed that, I wasn't gonna wear long sleeves again tomorrow. No way, I don't think I can handle another day like that.

"I think I found a way for you to be able to get in the paddock and hospitality all the time"

"Yeah? I am not gonna work in the paddock, okay?" I said as I dropped my towel. I was only wearing my underwear but Shirley saw me like that many times before.

She already saw the scars on my body, that I tried to cover with a tattoo, but unfortunately, it was still pretty visible.

"No offense babes, but I don't think they would hire you" she chuckled at her own joke.

But she was right. I had no diploma or school certificate, I had minimal work experience.

Oh and I was a serial killer.

I sat down on the edge of the bed after I put on a long shirt. "What is your genius plan?"

"F1 Wags go to almost every race, are allowed to go in the hospitality and garage, talk to mechanics.." she said as she looked at me. "So you have to start dating a driver"

"Oh right, no big deal, easy" I rolled my eyes. "Seriously Shirley, how am I gonna do that?"

"So first of all, it has to be a Mclaren driver" she said. "Unfortunately, only one of them is single"

"Don't tell me Lando is single" I sighed.

"He is" she winked at me. "For the public at least"

"He won't ever date me, we hate each other" I laid down on my belly and looked at her. "Do you have other plans?"

She sighed. "He obviously won't date you willingly, but if he thinks his team is considering to drop him because, trust me, he has some bad PR around him and this girl he's supposedly dating, he will possibly agree to fake date you"

"His team won't be concerned about who's dating, why would they drop him?"

She pushed her laptop in front of me. "Oh they already send him an email" she winked at me.

I read through the email that Shirley typed. She hacked into their account, send Lando an email that sounded pretty convincing to me.

"Okay so he will want to fake date while he keeps dating that other girl in secret" I nodded. "But why would he fake date me?"

"You can come up with something too, girl" she said as she took her laptop back. "I already did my part"

I grumbled, fell down on the bed and grabbed my diary.

The Black Widow diary, not my personal one. If I ever finish my list, I would leave it with the last body.

Explaining everything, why I did what I did.

It would be the end of the Black Widow.

And it would be the end of me.

But not yet, it was gonna take a while to finish my list.

Some of them were easy, they were alone, I flirted with them, they took me home and I killed them.

Easy.

But some weren't that easy, just like number seven and Mark. They were tricky ones.

Most of the time, I wrote my plans in this diary, but I didn't do it this time. I wanted to keep Lando's name out of it.

For now.

I needed to convince him that fake dating me, would fix all his problems. That I needed someone to fake date too.

He was probably desperate after the mail he got today. So I had to convince him tomorrow, when it was still fresh on his mind.

It was time to put on my Black Widow face, cute and innocent.

So I could strike when they least expect it.

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