Chapter 2

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Fernando's POV

»Another one!« a almost jell to the waitress. My fourth glass of wine and it's not even eight o'clock. Miserable life of a racing driver, being away for home all year, away from your loved ones. I take the glass to my hand, trying not to lok nervous.

»Glass of scotch, please!« I hear someone say and when I turn around, a woman is sitting next to me. Not just any woman, a journalist that interviewed me this morning.

»Not you again!« I say and cover my face with my hands. »Don't worry, I'm here of duty and I'll leave you alone.« she says and smiles. She is sitting quiet and playing with her scotch. She looks way better now, without all those cameras and stupid questions.

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