After I discussed Carlos' penalty in detail with Mekies, the entire internal department moved to have it appealed. During this time, I continued my work on the track survey of Azerbaijan and the one of Miami at my temporary office.

Vasseur returned from Australia, but I wasn't sure if he realized that I was now working door-to-door with his deputy. I thought it well that I should make new friends, with whom I might make my stay at the Scuderia a little more pleasant, while Charles and Andrea aren't around. Robert Schwartzman and Antonio Giovinazzi helped me to introduce myself to the crew of mechanics and engineers during the mandatory lunch and coffee breaks. In general, I did not use these, the years of internship in Germany taught me like this, but for us Italians, everything was always so casual - "Festina lente", and in Ferrari they did not betray this concept. In order to fit in, I had to do everything like most of the team. I couldn't escape from my strategist nature, so this was another strategic move from me. And I actually thought it benefited from having people on my side inside the garages. So, if by chance one day I got the permission to be the Chief strategist, they would more easily take my orders, and at least at this stage, one good acquaintance could give me an access to the cars to receive free information about them, without the need to disguise myself as one of the pit crew or Mekies to take pity on me.

My strategy with going on lunch with the crew, bringing them coffee, talking about cars, engines, football – they were actually amazed how much I know about this game, won me a lot of men from the crew and I even had an avowed fan – his surname was Fusaro. Yes, that same guy, everybody faints over and once again part of Charles' garage, was one of the most enthusiastic people who greeted me every morning in the parking lot with a small cup of coffee and an outstretched hand as if to guide Charles before he exited the pits. He was really kind person, also, I could not deny it, good looking. Even Mia was fangirling over him, when we were talking during the breaks. I wondered why I was always surrounded by people from Charles' entourage and very few from Carlos' one.

And talking about him... Fortunately Carlos wasn't attending on the coffee breaks, only at lunch, but we went our separate ways without greeting or communicating with each other – both before his visit at my apartment and after that. The day after our conversation he continued working at the simulator. I went to see how is he doing twice then, but incognito. Even though I was ignoring him, not talking to him, I still cared about his performance. There, somewhere deep in my soul, was still some sympathy for him left. I was sad that we both had to come to this point and ruin the already fragile friendship we had managed to build during the few months we worked together. But it was understandable to feel like friends, we spent over 10 hours on average with each other almost every day. And when it was a race week, we were all day long together. Not only with Carlos, but also with Charles. I began to blame myself for being too trusting and considering friendship as something sacred. Therefore, I could hardly forgive betrayal. I wouldn't have thought if something like that had happened with the other driver. I was afraid to get  close to him too, but somehow things there were happening slowly and naturally, and I couldn't control them. Charles was there for me all the time and I hope this will be ever like that.

All the stress around my career path was exhausting me and thank Goodness it was Pasqua soon, so I could have a bit of rest out of Maranello, Modena and surroundings. I was planning to turn my phone off, to escape from the hectic life and to give myself a well-deserved relaxation on the sun lounger in the garden of the house in Capri. If the weather was good enough, I was going to open the bathing season and swim in the Tyrrhenian Sea. How long have I dreamed of feeling the waves caress my skin and the heated rocks burn my feet again! But the romantic side of my holiday was definitely going to be ruined when the entire "La Famiglia" gathered together on Sunday. I was already mentally prepared for the thousands of questions I would be bombarded with about my work and personal life. Things that were always the main topic at the table when relatives you don't keep in touch with often get together.

#

It was Thursday evening, right before the holidays. I was at my apartment, just have walked out of the shower, waiting for the pizza I had ordered nearly an hour ago. I've decided to have a quick meal and not to cook this day, since I had to travel the next day anyway.

I was in my bathrobe, my hair wrapped with a towel, sitting on the sofa in the living room. Finally, I felt freed from the shackles of the work process and decided to let off some steam with a glass of white wine – to relax my soul and mind. Alcohol was generally not part of my menu, but Prosecco with Quattro Formaggi would make my evening even better.

I went to the kitchen, but when I opened the cool cupboard where I used to keep the wine bottles, I realized there weren't any. Last time there had one in it, was when Carlos and Charles visited me and brought the wine with them. Now there was only a bottle of old whisky I had opened two months ago when my parents came for dinner here, right before my appointment at Ferrari.

With one decisive movement I grabbed the bottle and opened it, then filled a glass with the liquid and put some ice in it. The first sip burned my throat and made me cough and shiver. However, I took the bottle with me and went back to the living room. Flashbacks of the night I spent with Charles and Carlos went through my mind and I let out a deep sigh. I realized that I haven't received any messages from Leclerc today which was a bit weird, but not unexpected. When there weren't any commitments with the Scuderia, he was busy with different things like filming advertisements, doing some charity activities, or working on himself. This guy doesn't get any rest, he is always somewhere doing something. And although we supposedly told each other every day what had happened to us, it somehow remained a mystery to me what he actually did. Sometimes I felt too confused by his stories, which drifted from one topic to another, to a memory from weeks or even years ago, but other times I just stared into his eyes, bright smile, and angel face, or listened to his voice and everything else faded into the background.

Suddenly my doorbell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. Probably my pizza finally arrived, so I stood up from the sofa and went to the door. Then I opened it and fell into a stupor. I saw Charles standing outside with a pizza box in his hands. He was dressed in a thigh black T-shirt, that perfectly fits on his well-trained body, and a brown leather pilot jacket.

- Leclerc? – I exclaimed in surprise. – What are you doing here? Have you become a part-time delivery guy?

- I am happy to see you too, darling! – he replied with a sarcastic smile. – I have replaced your delivery guy to do a special delivery to you. May I come in?

His eyes slid over my body and the Monegasque bit his lower lip. I totally forgot that I am still in my bathrobe.

- I am not dressed properly for the occasion! – I said, crossing my hands in front of my chest.

- I think you are dressed exactly as you should be... – he whispered leaning towards me.

I got goosebumps. His hungry eyes were now locked with mine and I could feel the tension that was forming between us. My heart started beating faster and I swallowed hard.

- I will change... wait for me in the... living room... - I said with a trembling voice, then I cleared my throat to get more confident and smiled. – Feel free to sit, wherever you want to.

Then I rushed into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me. I was hardly breathing, my heartbeat was faster than a Ferrari and my whole body was shaking. How could I be so stupid to open the door in my bathrobe, when outside could be anyone?! In my head was such a mess, that I got pain in my temples. What to do now with this man in my living room. It is an hour before midnight and he just appeared at my place, without any warnings, bringing my delivery. And I let him into my home. What a dummy girl I am?!

I changed quickly into the first clothes I found in my wardrobe – a grey plush set of pants and sweater and a clear oversize white top. There were few of these in my wardrobe but exactly today I put one on. Another stupid move. If tonight was a chess game, I would already have lost it.

Then I put some perfume all over myself, and blow my hair a little with the hairdryer, to not be too wet. I stood up in front of the mirror and snorted. That wasn't the look I wanted to achieve, but at least I was looking more acceptable than before.

After that I went to the door, inhaled, and exhaled three times, then walked out. I didn't know why I was so nervous but suddenly I lost all the confidence I usually had in front of Charles and the other people I communicated with.

I found Leclerc sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. When he heard me approaching, he immediately locked the screen and looked at me.

- Whoa! Bellezza! – he exclaimed staring at me with bright dreamy eyes.

- Don't lie, Leclerc! – I said and went to the kitchen to get a glass for him. I had to be a good host after all.

- I am not lying! – the Monegasque shouted after me. – I am just honest!

I came back to the living room and looked at him in disbelief. He was smiling showing his sweet dimples as always.

- Would you like a drink? – I asked him and went closer to the sofa. – There is only old whiskey, you don't have much of a choice. Or I could make you a hot chocolate, but it doesn't go well with the pizza.

- I didn't know you drink whiskey – Charles said, taking the glass from my hands. – Isn't it too strong?

He ignored the offer of the hot chocolate, so it became clear to me that we were going to share not only the pizza, but the bottle as well.

- Sometimes you need something strong to shake your senses – I poured the drink, then sat in the other end of the sofa, taking my glass. – What will we drink for?

- For the strong things, shaking your senses – he winked at me, and the crystal glasses rang.

We took a sip from the beverage, then opened the pizza box. It was the Quattro Formaggi I ordered, so there was no doubt he had met the delivery guy on his way here. I needed to know how the Monegasque ended up at my apartment but was too insecure how to start the conversation. Each of us took a slice from the pizza and leaned back on the sofa.

I was about to ask one of the hundred questions running through my head, but Charles was faster in breaking the awkward eating in silence.

- You miss staying at hotels, ha? – I looked at him with confusion and he grinned. – Your bathrobe... It was with the logo of the hotel we were staying at Saudi Arabia.

- Oh, it was just fluffier and more comfortable than mine here... - I said embarrassed and instead of taking a bite of my slice, I took a big gulp of the whiskey.

- Et tu étais superbe! – he muttered, filling his mouth with the pizza as if to cover up what he had just said.

I looked down shyly because this time I heard and understood his words. He found me awesome in my bathrobe... I shouldn't have opened the door like that. What was he going to think now about me? I had to be sharper with him, otherwise he would allow himself too much, and he shouldn't.

- Talking about my outfit... Don't you know the meaning of the word invitation? – I looked at him with narrowed eyes. – It became your habit to come here without one.

- I wanted to surprise you – he smirked taking a sip of his drink. – I did it!

- In the middle of the night with my pizza order? – I raised my eyebrows. – How did you do that?

- Magic! – he chuckled shaking the glass.

- What are you doing here, Leclerc? – I shot my question directly.

He lifted his eyes to me and gave me a smug smile. Oh, how hot he looked with all that self-confidence oozing from his body! How he was leaned back, with his arms on the backrest, his ankle resting on his knee, his tight dark blue jeans close-fitting into his hips. It suddenly became too warm. Whether the whiskey hit me or something else was going on, I couldn't tell, but sweat broke out on my neck and my cheeks started burning red.

- Well, I couldn't sleep and decided to go for a walk outside with Joris – Charles said in a growling deep voice and shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of the whiskey after that.

- And you just took your Batmobile and came here? – I said playfully. – Where is your Robin now?

- Oh, you have seen it! – he started laughing nervously.

- Of course, the video is all over social media – I laughed too. – Next time you are planning some action through the Italian streets, and to get involved in events full of adrenaline and danger, please give me a call. I would like to take part in such an adventure.

- Oh, I don't think this was a place for you – he smiled softly. – It was too dangerous for a delicate lady like you.

- Come on, Charles! – I gently punched him in the shoulder. – I am working for F1, I am in danger 24/7, especially on the race weekends. I love adrenaline.

- Yeah, I forgot you like to shake your senses – he winked, drinking the liquid in his glass at once.

I was surprised he drank all of this so easily and followed with eyes how he leaned over the coffee table and poured another glass of whiskey. The black T-shirt was snug around his body. Every move he made was making his muscles tighten and contour perfectly beneath it. As a result, my heart started beating faster than before. I drank the contents of my glass in one go without batting an eye. This wasn't a smart decision because the alcohol burned my throat and made me shiver again. Fortunately, Charles didn't see that.

He turned to me and made himself more comfortable and closer to me, resting his elbow on the backrest behind us. Leclerc had bent his left leg so that his knee was touching my thigh now. The contact between us gave me goosebumps, so I decided to move a little bit further. But there wasn't any place left. The armrest restricted me.

I filled my glass again. The tension in the room was increasing, so the need for this beverage was increasing proportionally.

- Carlos came here yesterday – the words suddenly slipped out of my mouth.

- Carlos? – Leclerc exclaimed, and I saw the anger slowly settling on his face. – What did he want from you?

- To apologize – I replied taking a large gulp from the drink. I knew I should stop, but I was so nervous. – He was crying, performing an ancient Greek tragedy, but I was adamant and asked him to leave.

- Was he alone? – Charles started fidgeting with the glass.

- Of course, but this time Isa knew about his visit – I said staring at him.

His face showed irritation and he pursed lips. When looked up at me, his eyes were full of suspicion.

- So that's why you have been crying yesterday? – the Monegasque noticed. – Why are you so mad at him? Is it just the fight between you and him after the Quali or something more?

Dannazione! This guy was so profound, or I was too transparent.

- Isn't it enough? – I laughed sarcastically. – He betrayed me... He betrayed you. I shared some confidential information with him, and he went and told everything to Vasseur. Then he came here crying, he has "lost a friend". Friends don't stab each other in the back.

- A friend! – Charles giggled and drank his whiskey. – He doesn't know the definition of a friend.

- Obviously! – I rolled my eyes. – That's why I don't like to share much, people could use it after that to hurt you.

- You know that everything you share with me is in a safe place – Charles glanced at me, leaving his glass on the table.

- To keep a secret between me and you? – I chuckled. – And between Andrea, Lorenzo, Arthur, and Pierre and many, many other...

- Lissie, don't be like that! – he laughed. – I am not a gossip girl!

- Yeah, for sure... And you don't judge people with Pierre at all, right? – I teased him, sticking my tongue out.

We locked our eyes and a naughty sentence. His actions made rolling with laughter, trying to escape his fast fingers. Well, obviously he wasn't fast only on the track.

I don't know how it happened, but we rolled off the sofa and fell on the floor. Leclerc's huge body was over mine, with his face on millimeters of mine. Both were out of breath, lost in each other's eyes. His cheeks were red, the artery on his neck was hardly pulsing, and the little waves of his bangs were messy falling on his forehead. For a second day in a row, I was stuck between someone's body and a hard surface behind me. But this time I didn't mind it. I could feel his weight on me, even liked us to be body-to-body. My heart was about to explode.

The blouse I was wearing had lifted a bit, revealing a small part of my stomach where the icy belt buckle of his now was touching my skin. Shivers run down my spine. I gasped when the Monegasque ran his hand over my cheek and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. He smiled, then wet his pink sculpted lips with his tongue. The distance between us was slowly shortening. I could feel his mint breath over my skin, giving me goosebumps. I deeply inhaled his bitter orange odor and swallowed hard. Not only his fingertips were touching me now and looking at his pure shiny green-blue eyes, beautiful calm face, and provocative lips I suddenly got the urge to feel them on mine. They were so close to mine now, only one more move and... And that scared me.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him gently away from me.

- Sorry, the need is calling me – I whispered, and we both stood up from the floor.

- Lissie, where are you going? – Charles asked, while I was running to the bathroom.

But I didn't answer and locked myself there. I let the tap water run and sat on the edge of my bathtub. I ran my fingers through my hair and exhaled heavily. What was going on?! He was so hard to resist but that was only because I had some glasses of whiskey. I had to stop myself from doing something reckless. We were friends and colleagues. Nothing more! Right... Right?

I hit the door with my fist and let out some curse words. Stupid, Lissa! Get tight!

Then I stood up and washed my face to refresh myself. When I walked out of the bathroom I found Charles again on the sofa, but with closed eyes and crossed arms in front of his chest. I approached him to see if he would open his eyes, but no reaction. He was already asleep like a little baby. So sweet and innocent, Charles, completely different from the one I left here a couple of minutes ago.

I went to my room and took a blanket from the wardrobe, then turned back to the living room. I hastened to clear the glasses and the box with half – eaten pizza from the table and left them in the kitchen, then went over to the sleeping Charles and stroked his hair. He didn't wake up.

- Buona notte, mio principe! – I whispered to him and covered his body with a blanket.

Then I went to my room and threw myself on the bed. What a freaky night!

#

The next morning, I woke up early from the sun rays entering my room. And with the opening of my eyes, thoughts about yesterday stormed in my mind. I sighed thinking about the hot pink lips of him. Why was he so hard to resist? I had to stop myself from catching feelings before it was too late. But I have never been so attracted to someone and the feeling was sweet and strange.

The vibration of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at the screen and saw a message from Vasseur. He was calling me at his office at "Pista di Fiorano" in an hour. But wasn't it supposed to be my day off? The holidays were beginning, and I remembered I had to pack up... Again.

I jumped out of my bed and rushed into the living room, where Charles had just woken up. His phone was on the table, and the screen was flashing.

- Charles, get up quickly! – I said rapidly. – Vasseur wants me in Fiorano in one hour.

- Good morning to you too, darling! – he said with his sleepy croaky voice, making shivers run down my spine. – What is happening?

- Why Vasseur writes messages to both of us? – I asked, handing him his phone. – It's all in French I could not understand it...

- Finally, something Lissa could not understand – Leclerc laughed sarcastically and took his device from my hands. - How come? You usually know everything!

I faked a smile, cursing him in my mind, then I turned my back and went to the kitchen to make a coffee. While I was looking at the liquid spilling in my cup, I started thinking about the difference in his attitude the previous night and this morning. Obviously, what happened or almost happened yesterday was under the influence of alcohol.

- D'accord! – I heard Charles voice behind my back, and I pursed my lips in anger.

I felt him coming closer and turned around with the intention of stopping him. He was again millimeters from me, smiling wide, showing his sweet dimples. But this time I pushed him aside and took my cup of coffee.

- What is happening, little one? – he asked. – Why aren't you in a mood... Again?

- Can we normalize not being in a mood for no reason? – I hissed.

- Nope! – Leclerc chuckled. – Because there is a reason. I know you well, Lissie!

- Because you are a jerk! – I mumbled and took a sip of my coffee.

- Did I offend you somehow? – he asked, worried. – Sorry, I didn't have the intention to do it...

- Of course, you didn't! – I rolled my eyes.

- Lissie, let's not ruin the good feelings my coming here left – he put his hands on the table in front of me. – Will you forgive me?

I frowned in confusion. The good feelings - so he remembers we were close to kissing each other last night? The thought of this made my heart skip a beat. So, it wasn't only the alcohol?

- Lissie, are you here? – his deep morning voice brought me back to reality.

- Yes, yes! – I laughed nervously. – I just thought of that I've collected too many apologies in one week. Nevermind... I have left a cup of coffee behind you... Take it and sit next to me.

- Do we have time? – the Monegasque asked. – Vasseur called me and wants me after one hour at Fiorano.

- What? – I exclaimed in surprise. – Does he know you are here?

- It's impossible – Charles shook his head and turned to the coffee machine, where I had left a cup for him. Although I was mad at him at the beginning, that doesn't mean I forgot the manners of the good host.

- Well, how are you supposed to arrive in an hour to his office, when you live in Monaco... Five hours away from here?

- Don't forget I am with the Batmobile – Leclerc chuckled and took the chair next to me. – Batman arrives at the right place, in the right time every time he receives a call. Plus, I am a fast driver, you already know that.

I laughed and looked down at my cup. The situation was so awkward. Now he was at my place, slept on my coach, we were drinking coffee... I used to live alone at this apartment, welcoming my family sometimes, but going to their houses more often, and since I got the job at Ferrari here was livelier than it has ever been. I wouldn't be surprised if other people started showing up here soon, not just Charles and Carlos.

- What will you do during the holidays? – Leclerc suddenly broke the silence.

- Well, I will be with my family – I replied and looked up, locking my eyes with his. – What about you?

- Me too... - he smiled. – Will you stay here, or you will go to Bologna?

- We're actually going to our house at Capri for the weekend – I said and took a big sip from my coffee. – Which reminds me I have to pack my things and leave soon.

- Capri? – he was surprised. – I thought you have...

- It's my grandparents' house there, but my aunt godmother manages it, while my grandfather is at Bologna to keep his business under control and...

The phone of Charles rang and interrupted me. It was Joris. But Leclerc didn't answer and looked at me waiting to continue.

- What kind of business does he have? – he asked.

Before giving him an answer, the phone rang again. The Monegasque laughed embarrassed and bowed his head, then cursed in French.

- Pick up, it might be important! – I said and stood up from my chair. – I will go to change myself and we will leave for Vasseur after that.

- Give me a second... - said Charles and picked up. – Qu'est – ce que tu veux connard?!

I laughed and he turned to me winking. Then I drank my coffee and left the cup in the dishwasher, so I could get out of the kitchen faster and leave Charles in peace.

I rushed to my room and quickly changed into a white top, a shirt in a khaki color and black high wasted jeans. I hastened to get myself in an acceptable appearance and left the bedroom. Charles had already finished his call and again was scrolling through his phone in the middle of the living room.

- You don't want to sit after a whole night on the coach, ha? – I asked and he immediately locked his phone. – Was it really that uncomfortable for you?

- Actually, this was the most comfortable living room furniture I have ever slept on – he replied with an embarrassed smile, revealing his dimples.

- You are a great flatterer, Leclerc! – I chuckled while putting my shoes on. – Are you ready to leave?

- Urm, yeah, it's you house, not mine! – Charles laughed coming closer to me. – Would you like me to give you a ride to Fiorano?

- No, I have my own transport... – I smiled. – Plus, I must leave immediately after the conversation with Vasseur because I have to...

- Travel to Capri, I know – Leclerc finished my sentence with a huge smile. – Well, I hope someday you will accept a ride in my car.

- A ride in your car... – I repeated and giggled. – Someday, Charles... Someday.

We both laughed and left my apartment.

#

Well, I didn't ride in the car of Leclerc, but had the opportunity to race with it. Stelvio against Pista488. The irony was that the two cars finished in one time in front of the fences of "Pista di Fiorano". However, I gave the opportunity to Charles to enter in the parking lot first as a winner. He was attacking the road more aggressively than me, his car was more powerful than mine, and while I was afraid to reach the fabled 250 kilometers per hour, it was not a problem for him at all. Only because a random bird flew in front of his car that I was able to overtake him entering the town. Otherwise, he was going to be the real winner of our little race. This was a good preparation for the Azerbaijan street race, which we were already waiting with impatience.

We both entered the administrative building, then went to the office of Vasseur and walked in together. Our boss stood up from his chair and greeted us with a half-smile.

- I am glad to see you both here! – he said. – After the race we didn't have the opportunity to discuss what happened.

- There is nothing to discuss, Fred – said Leclerc. – It is what it is, we have to move on and improve our cars and performance.

- That's my decision, Charles! – replied sternly the team principal. – In this line of thinking, could you please leave me with Lissa in private for a second?

- Frederic, I warn you...

I put my hand on the Monegasque's shoulder and interrupted him. He looked at me in confusion, but I pointed to the door with my head and winked at him. Leclerc didn't want to leave me, but finally inclined. After it was only me and the team principal, he sat in his chair and let out a deep sigh.

- For a first time you haven't opened your mouth with your arrival at my office – he noticed. – What has changed?

- It is actually my day off – I replied cold. – I am trying to stay positive and not ruin my holidays.

- Great! If only I knew this is the way to keep your mouth shut, I was going to make everyday a holiday! – he laughed but his "joke" wasn't funny at all.

- Could you be brief? – I asked irritated crossing my arms in front of my chest. – I have a ferry and I don't want to miss it, because you don't have a personal life.

- You are cruel – Frederic grinned.

- You started! – I replied sharply. – Now speak!

He sighed and laughed in disbelief.

- Well, I learnt some things about you – he started. – First, you have worked hard over the cars and the analyses over Carlos' teat drives. Second, you study the tracks of the upcoming races. Third, you were sneaking at the simulator, while Carlos was there. And I want to congratulate you on the initiative.

- That's my job – I said sitting on one of the chairs in front of his desk. – I should know the tracks and see how the drivers perform on them, so I can create the winning strategy. I recommend Ravin to do the same... But who will listen to a girl, without any experience, right?

- Don't be sarcastic! – Vasseur scolded me. – I heard that you made an offer to change the rear wing and the turbo...

- And the diffuser, the floor, the side pods... - I started listing.

- Lissa, one by one... - he interrupted me. – We will change the wing and the turbo for the next race.

- Oh, really? – I leaned back, crossing my legs. – How come?

- Well, let's say people we trust wholeheartedly say you're right – the team principal laughed.

- And you don't think I am right, do you? – I raised my eyebrows.

- I have to see the performance of the cars before giving any opinion – he said serious. – But I called you at my office for another reason. I want to give you your work plan for the two weeks left of the break. Next week you will come here and work at the simulator with Charles, and the other one – you will work with Charles and Carlos together.

- How did you come up with this genius plan? – I asked sarcastically.

- Well, Mekies has been watching your work and offered to allow you to have a look over their tests – Vasseur said indifferently. He looked like he didn't agree with that.

- I would have been surprised if the idea had come from you! – I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief.

- Lissa, I am giving you a chance to work with my best drivers and fill the hole that is formed in the team – the team principal became serious.

- You made the hole and now you want me to fill it? – I frowned. – Don't you know that the hole stays anyway?

- Did I mention I am not terminating your contract? – he raised his eyebrows.

- You did it now! – I snorted. – And thank you! So, you want to order me to work with the drivers in the simulator.

- Exactly! – he nodded. – Who knows, perhaps we will upgrade your position if there are positive results.

- Good, at least I am not going to serve coffee and water to the whole team till the end of the season! – I narrowed my eyes.

- Be careful or that could happen! – he said cold.

I gave him a fake smile and stood up from my place. This must be the end of our conversation, or I was going to lose my temper soon.

- See you next week, Vasseur! – I said, turning my back to him.

- Oh, Lissa! – the team principal raised his tone after me, so I had to look at him again. He smiled impudently. – Have nice holidays, Lissa!

I didn't answer but gave him a dismissive look and left the office.

"Vaffanculo!" I thought, walking down the corridors of the building. When I walked out, I saw Charles and Carlos talking in the distance. Their conversation was heated up, so I decided not to interrupt it. They had to fill the hole in the team. I jumped inside my car and left "Pista di Fiorano" at full throttle.

Notes: Hello lovely people!  <3  It's me again with the new chapter!

So Lissa again ended up in a spicy situation involving Charles. But she is afraid. Why? And as if just in time, the order from Vasseur to her working with the two boys comes. What will happen next? ^_^

I hope you liked the chapter  - give a star/comment if so, hear the external link to feel the mood of the part, aaaand... see you at the next episode with mooore suspenseful content ! <3

I would like to take a serious moment and to say to all my readers and friends in Italy  - my thoughts and prays are with you! !! <3 What is happening is a real disaster and I hope for better days to come and to welcome again the sun at this beautiful country!  La vitta è bella! 

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