Cross The Line: Part One
You shouldn’t have done it. You should have never applied for the position. You made a mental note to remove all the alcohol from your apartment that night. There was no way you would be able to work so closely to him.
Lando Norris, the famous Formula One driver. Up until today you used to be a big fan of him, a massive fan of his driving ability and his online platform Quadrant. When you were told the role would include working closely with him you thought it was incredible news, until now.
“The only reason he hired her was because she’s fit, she’ll just be in the way all the time- get rid of her”.
Lando was stood in the conference room talking to some guy. Presuming from the way he was stood the guy was involved in the hiring process, as he stood calmly listening to Lando ranting away about you. Unbeknownst to them, you were hiding at the entrance, about to go in to informally introduce yourself to Lando, until you heard that comment. Hurt struck you. You had only just left a job because of how self-conscious the employers made you. The main reason you were drunk that night and applied for this job was because you were sick of feeling so stupid and worthless. And before he had even met you, Lando had already made an assumption which had left you feeling how you had felt before.
You cleared your throat and stepped into the room, making your presence known. Lando and the other guy turned. You noticed Lando look at you from head to toe before turning back slightly, giving you a hostile approach.
“Ah Y/N! There you are! I haven’t met you before- my name is Nick and I work within the recruitment department of Mclaren. I’ve just brought your new contract which we thought now would be a perfect time for you and Lando to go through it and establish how closely you’ll be working together over the rest of the season. Once you’ve finished, come find me in my office and we will get all your IDs sorted, okay?”
Nick smiled warmly at you, and you returned it. At least he was nice to you. Nick faced Lando briefly as he was leaving, “It’s out of my control Lando, we want the best for this team, and she’ll help you achieve this. Be nice.”
Nick swiftly leaves the room, leaving you alone with Lando. He continues to stare at the door where Nick had left from. You stare at him and consider your options. You could either try and be nice and see if you can change his already-set opinion of you, or you could just read the document as quickly as possible to leave as quick as possible. You decide to go with the first option and put a smile on your face before walking over to him.
“Hi Lando, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you” You stretch your arm out before you for him to shake and yet he just stares at your hand as if it was foreign to him.
“Hey, let’s just get this over with” dismissing you, Lando turns to the table with the contract on and takes a seat, leaving you stood there gaping at him.
How bloody rude! You sigh and take a seat next to him, pretending to not notice Lando shift himself, so he was sitting as far away from you as possible in his seat.
The document was a standard contract, you read through it together only making small comments when you ask questions, or he just huffs at certain phrases. By the end of it, rules have been set. To say Lando wasn’t happy about them was an understatement of the century. You looked over at him and his jaw was set, his eyes fixed on anywhere, but you and he looked ready to flee from this room at any second.
You sigh and decide to offer one last olive branch to him. “Well, I think that’s everything. I know this might not be what you want but I think we’ll work well together. I have experience which I can bring to the table and hopefully we’ll make a great team together”.
He finally looks over at you. He blinks a few times before rolling his eyes and looking at the contract.
“Alright, there’s no managers here so you can chill with the fake interview crap. Get Liam to give you my contact number, bye”.
With that he leaves. You sit there staring at the door, tears threatening to escape. Well, if that’s how he’s going to be, you will treat him the same.
Let the games begin Lando.