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With You, Without Hope	By : Latanya Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 1183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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With You, Without
Hope

Chapter
Two
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I don�t know what I was thinking when
I said yes to the job offer from Flavio Briatore but the day after I did so, he
had me at the Imola circuit meeting the team and the young woman I was taking
over from. She was a lovely woman, eager to do her job but at the same time,
eager that she was going to be spending more time with her fianc�. However, it
was meeting the drivers that really bowled me over. Fernando was so� well,
bubbly and as hyperactive as a five-year-old on red cordial� and Giancarlo was
very much himself. He was cheerful and somewhat laidback, not at all the
serious driver I was expecting. �
Nevertheless, I couldn�t help myself
from falling in love with the whole idea. It certainly wasn�t what I had planned
for myself but just sitting off to the side out of the way and watching them, I
could imagine spending the rest of my life working in such an environment. Everyone
worked as a coherent and cooperative team, running smoother than the Barron
River during the dry season. In a
way, it seemed perfect � exciting, adventurous, challenging and fast paced:
exactly what I enjoyed.
�You look like a child in a toy
store.� A warm Scottish accent dragged me out of my daydreams of the future. �Not
lost are you?�
�Hmmm, me? Lost? Never!� I grinned
at him, pushing my fringe out of my eyes. �I�ll have you know that I have an
incredible sense of direction.�
He chuckled and held out a hand. �You
must be Renault�s new PR girl. Carlo was talking about you earlier.�
My eyebrows shot up. �He was? I
didn�t think I made that much of an impression� really. Besides, I only started
yesterday. This is the second time I have ever been to a race track that wasn�t
for horses or go-karts.�
�David Coulthard, Red Bull.�
�No bull!� My giggles startled him.
�Sorry, there�s a TV advert back home for some mechanic that always uses �no
bull�. Anyway, Marzie Jarvis and it�s nice to meet you Mr Coulthard.�
David shook his head at me, �What is
Marzie short for? If you don�t mind me asking.�
�Marissa and I can�t stand it, which
is why I use Marzie. So, what brings a Red Bull driver over to the Renault area?�
�Actually, I was looking for Carlo. You
haven�t seen him anywhere?� He asked me, looking around thoughtfully.
Shrugging, I waved a hand in the general
direction of the motorhomes. �I think he�s in a meeting with Fernando and
Flavio. They shouldn�t be long because I�m supposed to be discussing an
interview schedule with both of the boys.�
He leant against the storage cases I
was perched on. �So, where in Australia
are you from Marzie?�
�A little pit of a city called Cairns.
It�s right on the coast and pretty much survives on tourism. Lots of beaches
and is normally hot and sunny all year round. Though occasionally the wet
season can actually be wet� and I mean very wet.� Sighing in annoyance, I
pulled my hair out of the band that was supposed to be constraining it and
shook my head.
�You�ve got long hair, doesn�t it
annoy you?�
I snorted and rolled my eyes. �If I
had two dollars for every time someone asked me that question, I would be a
multi-millionaire. But no, it doesn�t annoy me very often. Only when it doesn�t
want to cooperate with me; like today for example.�
Watching me pull my hair back into a
ponytail, David shifted his position. �Well, it�s very nice hair even if it
upsets its owner.�
�Why thank you sir.� Smiling at him,
I caught sight of the two Renault drivers heading towards us. �And speaking of
the devils, here come the boys in blue and yellow.�
Exchanging glances, Fernando and
Giancarlo gave me puzzled looks. �What has David done to you Marzie?� Giancarlo
asked jokingly.
�Well actually, now that you mention
it� he hasn�t done anything to me. On the other hand, I need to put the two of
you through some more torture and discuss your interview schedules.� I hopped
down from my perch, narrowly missing David�s feet.
�What, now? We�ve just gotten out of
a meeting with Flavio.� Fernando groaned, running a hand through his mess hair.
My PDA was secured in a case clipped
to the belt of my jeans and I pulled it out, turning it on with my thumb while
I pulled the stylus out. �Yes now. David, why don�t you go talk to Carlo about
whatever and Fernando, let�s go find a nice shady table and something to drink.�
Grumbling, Fernando followed me. �Can�t
we do this later Marzie? Please?� He gave me an adorable puppy-dog face and I
smiled at him.
�No, we can not do this later. Just think of it this way Fernando, the sooner
it�s the done, the less time you have to worry about it.�
We found a table and while Fernando
grabbed us drinks, I pulled up the schedule and started to study it. When he
joined me, he put a bottle of water in front of me and grinned cheekily. �I
thought you would prefer that to an energy drink.�
�Thanks Fernando, it�s just what I
wanted. Besides, you should probably know that I do not drink energy drinks
with the exception of the occasional Gatorade. God, its horrible stuff but
sometimes you need to drink that sort of thing. Anyway, let�s get down to
business �your interviews with various magazines, etc.�
He rolled his eyes heavenward. �Let
me see what you have got planned.�
Handing my PDA over, I watched him
like a hawk. �You be careful with that. I happen to like my gadgets.�
�Why can you not just use an old
fashioned diary? Do you always make things complicated?�
�If you haven�t noticed, I�m a
female. Therefore, nothing is simple.� My dark blue gaze met his dark brown one
and I realized he was grinning at me. �What?�
�Nothing Marzie, I was just thinking
about how quickly you have taken to this job. You are very organized. I can
find no issues with the schedule you have made and can think of no reasons not
to stick with it.� Fernando passed the PDA back to me.
I let out a sigh of relief, not
realizing that I had been holding onto it. �Oh well, that�s good then. So long
as there are no problems, I am one happy� oh cribbage!�
He chuckled when I pulled my
vibrating mobile from my pocket and answered quickly. �Hello, Marzie speaking.
Oh, hey Matt! You�re where? �. But I thought that you were planning to get
married in Florida? Catalina
wants to get married in Spain�
why on earth would she want to get married in Spain?
Her grandparents can�t fly to Florida.
I see. She what? Me, a bridesmaid? Has she lost her mind? No, I can�t fly out
to Spain to
have a dress fitting. I�m in Italy.
Yes, Italy.
Why? I was visiting relatives and now I�ve gotten a job working in PR. With a
Formula One team. Yes, I just said I�ve got a job with an F1 team. Which team?
Renault. No Matt, I don�t have time to talk to Cat but tell her to e-mail me. I
have more time for e-mails. What? No, of course I�m not trying to avoid her but
I have work to do. Yes, I�ll try and see what I can do about your wedding
because I�d like to be there. Bridesmaid� I�ll think about it. Okay Matt, give
Cat my best wishes. I have to go. Ciao Matt; yes I love you to.� Hanging up, I
rested my head against the table and moaned.
�Was it not good news?� My companion
asked, reminding me that he was still there.
�Yes, it was good news. Sort of�
mostly� well yes, really it was good news. My good friend Matt has finally set
a date for his wedding but because Catalina�s grandparents are too old to fly
to Florida where they were
planning to get married, they are having the wedding in Spain.
Of course, Cat wants me to be a bridesmaid because if it wasn�t for me, they
would have never met.� Rubbing my eyes, I yawned. It was suddenly all too
complicated, even for me.
Holding out his Red Bull, Fernando
smiled warmly. �Have a drink of this, it will wake you up. What is so bad about
your friends� plans to get married in Spain?
I am sure that Flavio will be okay with you going to it so long as it is not a
race weekend or interferes with your work.�
I heard our names called out and
turned around to watch David and Giancarlo make their way over to us. Frowning,
I wondered why the Red Bull driver was still with the Italian but knew that
keeping mum was the best thing to do. Turning my PDA back on, I pulled up
Giancarlo�s schedule and waited for him to settle down before passing it to
him. The two men examined the schedule before deciding that the computer device
was more interesting.
�Carlo, I think Marzie wants to know
if you are okay with the schedule.� The Spaniard nudged his team-mate, nodding
at me as I yawned again.
He looked at me and shrugged. �You
are very organized. I have no problems with the schedule. Are you sure you have
not done this before?�
�I�m sure. Now, give that back thank
you.� Reaching across the table, I plucked the PDA out of David�s hands and
smiled innocently. �Right, I have to go transfer this over to the computer and
print them off for Flavio. See you later guys.�
Standing up, I slipped the PDA back
into the case I kept it in and picked up the bottle of water Fernando had
gotten me. The chorus of �laters� made me grin as I nodded to them and headed
off towards the motorhome. Flavio was on the phone when I got in there and opened
up my laptop. He waved a greeting at me, smiling when I returned it. While my
computer loaded, I placed the PDA in the cradle to connect it to the computer. Loading
up the documents, I opened the two schedules and sent them to the printer
before checking my email.
There were already several emails
from Matt and Catalina including one that listed the dates of the wedding party
and the location. I groaned, covering my face with my hands when I saw the
date. The wedding was set for the tenth of May in Barcelona
of all places. My luck was incredible and I couldn�t help but wonder why the
Fates were mocking me like they were. The Spanish Grand Prix was on the
fourteenth of May in Barcelona �
four days after the wedding. Glancing over at Flavio, I noticed that he had
finished his call and was busily writing down details. Getting to my feet, I
walked over to the printer and picked up the printed schedules before
approaching his desk. He looked up when I stood in front of him with the paper
held out.
�Interview schedules for the boys,
Flavio. I finally managed to get them both to sit down and take a look. No
problems.�
He grinned widely at me and I felt
my stomach lurch when I noticed his eyes flicker over me. �No problems? They
are happy with what you have arranged?�
Nodding, I shrugged. �I know that
Fernando studied it closely and I�m pretty sure that Carlo paid attention;
either way, neither of them had any problems with it. Something that I am very
pleased about.�
�Good. Now, unless you want to speak
to me about anything; there is nothing else for you to do, so take the rest of
the afternoon off.�
I shifted my weight from my left
foot to my right. �Actually, there is something I need to speak to you about. It�s
about a wedding in Spain
in May.�
Arching an eyebrow, Flavio waited
for me to continue. I obliged. �My best friend Matt is getting married to my
other best friend Catalina and because Cat�s family is Spanish, they are
getting married in Barcelona on May
the tenth. Cat would like me to be a bridesmaid but I told her I wasn�t sure if
I would be able to be there.�
�There should not be a problem with
you attending the wedding. We will be in Barcelona
for the Spanish GP at that time.� He turned back to his work. �I can see no
problem.�
Realizing that I had been dismissed,
I returned to my laptop and shut it down, closing the �lid�. Heading out of the
motorhome, I put my earphones in my ears and pulled my Ipod out of my pocket,
turning it on. The sound of Josh Groban filled my ears and I smiled happily. My
eyes to the ground, I did not notice that someone had fallen into step beside
me until a movement caught my peripheral vision. Lifting my head and pulling
out my earphones, I gazed at Fernando thoughtfully.
�You finished with Flavio already?
He must be pleased with your good work.� The World Champion murmured, walking
with me.
�Yeah, he seemed to be. And he said
there should be no problem with me attending the wedding.� I grinned at him,
tugging at the hem of my shirt.
He returned my grin. �Do you know
when and where?�
�Well as luck would have it, the
wedding is on the tenth of May in Barcelona
of all places. Come to think of it, Cat�s family is from Barcelona
anyway.�
We walked in silence for a few
minutes while Fernando digested what I had said. �Are you sure they are not
trying to plan their wedding so that they could have you there?�
I snorted, �Why would they do that?
I knew that wherever they had the wedding, the tenth of May would be the most
likely date. After all, they met at a party I was throwing on the tenth of May.�
�When you put it that way, it does
just seem like a big coincidence.�
�Hopefully, Flavio will let me fly
out to Barcelona after this race to
go bridesmaid dress shopping with Cat. Europe is not until
the seventh of May; so we�ve got what, a week and a half? I should only need a
couple of days to get the dress shopping over and done with. Knowing Cat, she
will already have a design and colour arranged, leaving the fitting as the only
thing left to do.� Sighing, I closed my eyes for a moment. �What have I gotten
myself into?�
Fernando chuckled and placed an arm
around my shoulders. �You love it already, admit it. You cannot think of
anything you would rather be doing.�
�Besides lazing around on a tropical
beach somewhere, working on my tan? No, I cannot think of anything else I would
rather be doing.� Sarcasm was present in my voice and I inwardly winced � I
don�t know why I replied like that.
�When we go to Monaco,
you can laze on the deck of a yacht in the sun.� He dismissed my sarcasm.
I pouted, crossing my arms. �You
think you have all the answers Mr-I�m-The-World-Champion.�
Laughing, he hugged me. �Well, if
you need a date to the wedding of your friends� I am more than happy to
accommodate you. I�d check my busy schedule but that�s your job.�
�Bastardo.�
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