Rose is working her way up as PR for Red Bull racing at Milton Keynes. Daniel is driving for red bull racing, when they meet. Was it fate? Or because of their hard work finally paid off.
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Cole Sprouse as George Anderson
Nathalie Emmanuel as Alessandra Wood
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My alarm went of at 6 am. I groaned and remembered it was my first day working at Red Bull in Milton Keynes, where I (thank god) rented an apartment nearby. I was very excited to go to my first day of work. I had followed the study IC back in the Netherlands. I have had an internships in Germany and California. However, now I had to get a real job. It has always been my dream to work for Red Bull racing, but it coming true was something I never expected. I just tried to apply for a PR job at Red Bull racing in Milton Keynes and it worked to my surprise. I got invited to an interview, which went really well as you can tell, they gave me the job. It wasn't big but it was something and I could climb up higher from here.
I pulled a black top and a nice looking pencil skirt out of the closet. After putting it on I quickly brushed my light brown hair and put some mascara on my lashes, almost forgetting my reading glasses on my way out but I luckily saw them lying on my dinner table. After grabbing them I put on my black leather jacket and rushed out of the door.
Forgetting to eat breakfast due to the hurry I was in. I shrugged it off and said to myself that I will grab something in the cafeteria over there. Driving my car to the factory was even more exciting and nerve wrecking. My thoughts overwhelming me, will I do okay? What if I wasn't qualified enough? Getting myself worked up about it. As i slowly started to come closer to the factory. I arrived at 6.45 am and I had to start at 7 am so I was glad I made it in time. I walked in, the building was huge, so I decided to ask the receptionist where I had to go.
She smiled, "first day?" I nodded as response, smiling lightly.
"Yeah, as PR professional."
"Amber Jones is the head of communication so I think she'll tell you what you exactly have to do." I noticed her name tag, Sophie was her. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. "Thanks Sophie." "You're welcome..," "Rose, Rose McKenzie," I introduced myself. Shyly pushing a loose hair strand behind my ear. She then called Amber Jones and I waited patiently.
Soon I heard heals clicking and I looked up. A woman appeared in front of me, seeming to be in her early thirties. Her blue eyes were piercing blue and I felt imitated by such a strong looking women. "You must be Rose," was the first thing she said. I nodded. "It is so nice to meet you Mrs Jones," I told her, blood rushing towards my cheeks as she smiled and shook her head.
"Call me Amber please, it makes me feel so old if you use my last name." "Got it!" I nervously told her.
My hands were itching to get started. "I'll lead you to our compartment, your job right now is to get us in news but only in a positive way. You sometimes need to visit clients or sponsors to help establish our good contacts." Amber explained and I responded with a nod. This was what I was taught to do.
Amber then appointed someone to show me around. A guy started walking towards me, blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked fit and I couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. Tearing my gaze away from him as he stood still in front of me. Sticking his hand out to me. "I'm George, head editor of Red Bull racing," he introduced himself. "I am Rose," I simply told him and he grinned. "You are the new PR professional right?" directing his question to me. "Yeah I am," I nervously said as I felt attracted to him already. I needed to pull myself together.
"We have a lot of different compartments around here, nevertheless you'll only be on the communication department." His blue eyes staring into mine as he was telling this. I bit my lip, trying to get the wrong sexual thoughts out of my head.
We continued the tour and I felt like my head was going to explode because of all the information that was given to me.
There was only question I really had been waiting to ask. "Is there any chance I will catch a glimpse of Ricciardo or Verstappen?" I asked softly, embarrassed by the question. George chuckled, "yeah probably, I've seen them walking around plenty times. Although I see them mostly in the cafeteria," he told me. "That is so cool," I squaled trying so hard to ignore the fan girl inside of me.
We walked back towards the communication part of the factory and he showed me my desk, which was next to his. Only Amber and the PR's of Verstappen and Ricciardo had their own office. The rest of us were sat with three persons per room. I was sat together with George and Alessandra.
Alessandra had black hair which was flowing down her back in waves. She had dark brown eyes and tanned skin. You could say she was extremely attractive.
I finally got my first assignment and directly got to work with it. Calling companies that left request if they could do an article about us. I felt tired when Alessandra came up to my desk. "Lunch break," she said with a high pitched voice. "Thank god," was the only thing I muttered. Alessandra laughed, "you'll get used to it." "If you say so," I responded to her and she smiled.
"I feel like it is ages ago that I first started here but I really like doing this job. Plus if you want to climb up higher, you definitely have to wait a few years," she told me, it sounded like she was annoyed by this fact and from the look on her face I could tell she was annoyed. So I looked at her confused. "How come?" "I wanted to become one of the drivers personal PR officer but they are really picky, like really really picky. So when a spot opened up, a bimbo was chosen over me." Alessandra pouted. "I'd like to become one of the drivers personal PR officers too, one day, if it is for Torro Rosso or Red Bull. I don't care. I mean it'd be so flipping awesome," I excitedly exclaim, only the thought of it making my smile.
"I know right," Alessandra said with a sigh. Alessandra lead the way to lunch. I heard someone run through the hallway towards the cafeteria, I turned my head to get a better look at the person. Giggling when I saw it was George trying to catch up with us.
Alessandra and I decided to wait up on him. Once he reached us he immediately started talking, "so how do you like it here so far?" George asked me. "I like it a lot, everyone is so kind, although working this much is tiring," I told him and he nodded. "You should get used to it, we make very long days. Especially if something went wrong or there has been a bad press release about red bull racing," George informed and I frowned, finding it already hard to get up at 6 am. Rolling his eyes, "don't worry about that yet, it does not happen often."
Alessandra tugged me into the cafeteria as she saw Ricciardo talking to Verstappen. I gasped, "this is awesome." George smirked. "Got a fan girl over here." I swatted his arm as I stood in line to get some food. My stomach was growling by now, as I accidentally skipped breakfast this morning. I still stood in line as Alessandra and George went in front of me. Already looking for a table. I hold my breath when I heard a familiar voice behind me. Slowly turning my head around, trying to not make it obvious. But it was too late he had already caught my glance. "Are you new around here?" He asked me and I nodded, nervous that if I use my voice it'd be too shaky. "What is your name then?" I took a deep breathe, "My name is Rose McKenzie." I smiled lightly as my nostrils flared because of my nerves. "I am Daniel, Daniel Ricciardo," he told me, a grin appeared on his face showing his pearly white teeth. "I know," I muttered. I was next to pay, as I finally picked what I wanted to eat. As I walked away I heard Ricciardo shout, " it was nice to meet you Rose." If he only knew how long I've been wanting to meet him.
