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IN AN ODD WAY, James found himself growing sheepish under the humidity of Monte Carlo. Wringing his hands together, on his way down the barriers and along the thin straight of the short circuit. To essentially what was the Redbull Bullpen.
Redbull team principal Christian Horner and CEO Dietrich Mateschitz sat around a table outside a Caffè that sat just trackside, along side a few other men. However, the casual nature of it was more off-putting than pleasant.
Now, James was well versed in playing up the charm and bending to the wills and rules of the team if it got him the drive, but this wasn't for him anymore. And the process only got more tedious since the day he'd left.
But his Lucille wasn't like him in those ways. Stubborn, yes. But she had a clean slate, a good reputation, and a long career ahead of her if they both played their cards right tonight.
"Ah, there he is. I told you he'd make it." The ecstatic voice of Christian Horner all but mumbled over the growing crowd of parents and residents.
Monaco was a fairly small place, not as busy without big events taking place, but its wealthy reputation never slept.
"Alright, James?" Christian raised a brow at the man's uncharacteristic silence as he approached the table and took a seat in front of the pair, the other men shuffling to make room.
"All the same." He replied, without missing another beat. Letting his uneasiness known now, was just about a right off in any aspect of Lucy's future. "Alright chaps?"
"Can't complain." Dietrich chimed, tapping the ash off his cigarette. "So, you looking for a contract?"
All the men around him chuckled at the comment, a common display of wealth laced in the un-unique pattern James was well versed in. so he laughed right along.
"Fraid I'm off the table. But I hear you're hiring." This caused a few raised brows but Dietrich only smiled. His eyes moved to the starting line. Lucy's cart sat in 3rd position, where the number 24 sat in bold red letters across the front.
"Ah, you mean Lucille." Christian chimed in eventually, offering the man a cigarette.
"Her past achievements are very impressive for her age; I hear the competition is tight this year, Keke's son and a Hamilton boy. A lot of talent in one place." James lit his cigarette, not paying much attention to Dietrich's rambling.
"Yes, it's hard to get the three apart." He deadpaned and blew smoke out his nose; he did worry about how easily his daughter placed her trust in others; she couldn't give up a friendship like that, and he'd seen how people twisted his relationships. The media weren't going to go easy on her, but he wasn't going to let them have the chance.
