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𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊
After an eventful race weekend, I jumped on a one way flight back to London.
I ran a hand through my hair staring out the window.
home
I have simulator work to do before Abu Dhabi later this week, so that's why I came back.
Mick insisted that he come along, but I know mama probably misses her son so I told him to go back home to Gland.
I washed up then headed downstairs.
I began to brew some tea before peering out into my backyard.
The pool had been drained and ice formed on the covering.
I turnt back around and turnt off the stove. I poured out the tea then made my way to the living room.
I plopped down on the couch and kicked my legs up before switching on the TV.
As I was flipping through the channels, my phone started buzzing.
I looked down and picked it up.
"Mallya speaking" I said jamming the phone between my shoulder and ear.
I took a sip of the tea.
"hello Amani"
I frowned recognizing the voice.
"Horner?" I questioned.
how'd he get my number?
"yes it's Christian dear"
I rolled my eyes at him calling me dear.
why is he disturbing my one day of peace?
"is everything alright?"
"yes everything's great"
I hummed landing on the cooking channel.
"so..."
"Helmut and I would like to meet with you in Abu Dhabi after the race on Sunday" he said.
I furrowed my brows.
meet with me?
"um okay no problem"
"great. see you in a few days and good luck on your race"
"thank you"
And with that I hung up.
that was weird
I shook it off and continued to watch Gordon Ramsey curse out the chefs.
I finished my first cup of tea and went to get another one.
As I was pouring the liquid into the cup, my doorbell rung. I grabbed the cup and carried it with me sipping slowly.
I unlocked the door to reveal a face I didn't expect to see.
