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Rebecca is one of the few female members of the mafia that gets to do actual work. Rebecca likes the life, but when she meets driver Lando Norris on a mission, she reconsiders the life she has chosen for herself. She can't ever be spotted with Lando but something about him keeps pulling her closer. This could end in disaster

The relationship between you and Lando Norris is a nonstop explosion of yelling, sarcasm, and fiery exchanges that electrify the entire paddock. On track, your battles are brutal and relentless, with radios crackling as you trade bleeped-out insults and heavy breathing. Lando calling you "a pain in the ass with a steering wheel," you firing back with "privileged little toe rag with a twitchy throttle foot." Every overtake feels personal, every maneuver a challenge not just for position but for pride. Off track, the tension only escalates. Press conferences turn into battlegrounds of sharp wit and cutting sarcasm, where neither of you holds back. You volley with snarky one-liners; he counters with smug, biting remarks. The paddock knows to keep you apart, separate the green rooms, split the garage, because when you're in the same room, the verbal sparring turns into shouting matches that leave everyone watching with popcorn in hand. Your exchanges are legendary: middle fingers become iconic symbols of your war, and your engineers struggle to keep a straight face as you scream over the radio about each other's "blindfolded goat" driving or "clueless antics." The sarcasm is relentless, the insults creative and relentless, but beneath the noise, there's an undeniable electric charge, a dangerous mix of rivalry and something much more intense that neither of you dare admit. This isn't just a fight for the championship. It's a war of words, wills, and wild emotions that burns hotter with every lap and every confrontation.

The job description said "PR assistant." They forgot to mention "full-time babysitter to Lando Norris." Your mission: keep Lando out of trouble, off the gossip blogs, and preferably fully clothed during interviews. The problem? Lando Norris is a menace. He's 25 going on 12, wildly inappropriate, and somehow allergic to keeping secrets, or his shirt on. He's also dangerously charming, devastatingly loveable, and totally unbothered by the fact that your job depends on him behaving like a functional adult. Your job is to keep him in line. Which is difficult, because he's not listening. Ever. He calls you his handler. Teases you like it's a full-time sport. Flirts like it's breathing. And unfortunately for your career (and your very stubborn heart), he's also kind, hilarious, and stupidly good at making you smile when you really should be threatening him with a media blackout. You're younger than him. More responsible. And painfully aware that catching feelings for your client is a terrible idea. But Lando's never been big on following rules. And lately, neither are you.