Reviewing priorities - Sebastian Vettel

1. New job, old friends

Valeria was driving through the streets of Maranello, nervously tapping on her steering wheel. She hadn't been so far north in a while, since the days her dad brought her karting. She used to enjoy it, as a child and teen but she never felt like it was her calling. She liked the speed, she liked the adrenaline, but felt like she couldn't make a career out of it, so she had decided to pursue other sports, never professionally, just as an excuse to keep fit.

Her dad would have loved for her to continue in the world of motorsports, being a big Ferrari fan himself. 'well, this is as close as I can get' she thought, parking up at the Ferrari factory and offices in the small Italian town. It was her first day and, as usual, she was over half an hour early. She had moved to Maranello a couple of days prior, she already missed Rome but knew that she was starting up a new life, following one of the most renowned teams of the world of Formula1.

She got out of the her bright red fiat 500 Abarth, the first day nerves pushing her stomach into her throat. She stopped off in the smoking area and lit a cigarette to calm herself. She inquisitively looked at the people walking in, wondering who out of the many employees she would work closely with. She nervously put a strand of hair behind her ear, inhaling the smoke in her lungs. She looked at her watch, she had 15 minutes left. She opened her front camera to check her make-up, fixing her lipstick. She took her sunglasses off and popped them in her bag, she took another deep breath and walked in.

'Good morning, how can I help you?' the smiley receptionist asked her.

'good morning, my name is Valeria Proietti, it's my first day. I'm here to see Mr. Galliera? I'm the new PR officer' she introduced herself.

'Sure, I'll call him now. Please take a seat' she smiled. 'mr. Galliera. Valeria Proietti is here' she said, as Valeria sat down on the sofa not far from the desk.

'Valeria? Valeria Proietti?' a man's voice made her turn around. 'it's Charles!' the young man exclaimed. She turned around to see Charles Leclerc in front of her.

'Charlie, oh my god! I haven't seen you in so long!' she hugged him. 'you were like... a child last I saw you. Look at you! I can't believe this! I mean, I knew you were here, but my god you've changed!' Valerie's dad, Federico, used to be good friends with Charles' dad and the families always used to hang out together when both the kids used to kart.

'it's weird not to see you in a racing suit, or jeans' Charles told her. 'what are you doing here?'

'Oh, believe me, I can't see myself in heels! I'm starting today, marketing and pr'

'Wow, we have so much to catch up on, but i really need to run now. My god, I can't believe this. Here' he scribbled his number on a piece of paper. 'Let me know when you finish today and we can have a coffee or something' he hugged her again.

'I can see you have made friends already' Enrico Galliera told her.

'Mr. Galliera, good morning. Charles and I used to kart in the same places. My dad was really good friends with his dad, we hadn't seen each other in ages' she explained, following him through the corridors.

'oh, wow, I didn't know you used to kart' he sounded actually impressed.

'Yeah, dad is a big fan so he always tried to follow his dream through me. I was never exceptional, so he accepted my passion for other things'

'Here we are. Deborah will take good care of you. She'll get your pass sorted, take your information and then bring you up to us to introduce you to the team. I'll see you in a bit' he said, leaving her with the HR lady.

Valeria left the HR office an hour later, having signed her name so much she wondered how celebrities did it continously. She followed Deborah into a room filled with uniform.