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| natasha x fem!reader | prompts from this list | only pretty faces

warnings: child assassins

a/n: NICE

Scotland is engulfed in snow when you next look out of the plane window. The runway, almost invisible against the grey of the ground and the sky and the sweep of Edinburgh, looms ominously. You tuck your book away and touch the back of your head against the headrest.

Natalia will be there. It's a fact you haven't allowed yourself to dwell on the whole flight: hell, you haven't thought about it since you were choosing which suitcase to bring. Even just that single thought of her invades your mind like a storm. It has ever since you met her: but that's how everyone reacts. That's just the effect she has on people.

It's calculated and purposeful. She knows exactly what she's doing and she executes her effect with grace and ease. She's a paradox in and of herself.

And it's nothing to do with you. So you might as well stop thinking about her.

The flight attendant offers to help you with your suitcase as you approach the door, and you briefly entertain dropping it wheels down onto her foot.

"No, thank you," you say sweetly. A light Serbian accent, easy as breathing. She smiles back at you.

The air is cruelly cold the second you step out of the safety of the cabin. You've endured far worse weather. No sleet, but wind ruffles the furs around your shoulders and you pull your scarf up before it can get to your hair. You descend the plane's steps with grace, as a lady of standing would.

You're supposed to be twenty three, and rich. You're pretty sure you stand somewhere between sixteen and nineteen in actuality, but it doesn't matter, and it never has.

They've sent you a limousine to the airport and it glides up to the taxi rank like a panther under the threatening grey sky. Instantly, the chauffeur leaps from his seat and takes your suitcase from you, ushering you into the back of the car with his other hand.

The interior is luxurious. One of the more enjoyable missions: perhaps your handler was having fun spending her money. You slide the partition up and settle yourself into the seat, listening to the growl of the engine.

Not listening to the slightly too-quick thump of your heart. Not thinking about Natalia Romanov.

The hotel is expensive, too: five storeys of white stone and tall glass windows, and the interior carpeted in deep lush red. You think, briefly, about the colour of Natalia's hair. Of course she would choose this place, self-obsessed as she is. Her sense of humour. She's everywhere you look.

The handrail in the elevator is gilded wood. You tip the porter a hundred Scottish pounds when you take your case from him and he doesn't even blink as he folds it away into his pocket.

You knock on the white wood of room 45C with your gloves still on. Natalia leaves you standing there for a full minute before she opens the door, a wide smile on her face. She's in slacks and a blouse, her blazer discarded carelessly on the expansive bed behind her.

"Katya, darling," she says, in perfect, clipped West London English, and she seizes you by the elbows and kisses you on both cheeks. Then she drags you inside, endowing you with an onslaught of chatter and you barely have time to snag the handle of your case and drag it in with you before she shuts the door.

She lets you go and turns, arms out, still grinning but sleeker this time, not excited but pleased with herself. Persona dripping away.

"You're enjoying this," you tell her, switching to Russian. You begin to tug your gloves off.

"Aren't you?" She reaches out and brushes at the fur on your coat. "You look like you own half the oil in Russia."

"For this week," you reply haughtily, "I do."

"You're too good," Natalia says, still with that insufferable smile on her face. "Oh, come on." You raise an eyebrow at her. "Have some fun. For once."

"I'm here for business — not pleasure." You turn away to sit at the vanity and begin to rearrange your hair. Natalia slinks up beside you and bends to rest her chin on your shoulder. She surveys you in the mirror. Tilts her head this way and that. She seems, beneath her makeup, as young and brilliant as she really is, innocent and excited to be playing a glamorous older woman.

She's projecting what she wants to project.

Or maybe you can see right through her like no one else can.

"Your lipstick is smudged," she observes. You meet her eyes in the reflection, her contact lenses dark brown and solemn.

You bristle. "No it isn't."

"Let me fix it for you." Without waiting for an answer, she circles the chair and settles herself in your lap, like a cat on a pillow. You stiffen and look past her, refusing to meet her eye.

She can play games, but that doesn't mean you have to join in.

With an intense look of concentration on her face, Natalia leans forward and wipes her thumb gently under your bottom lip. You fixate on the twists of her braid in the mirror.

"All done," she says, looping her arms around your neck, elbows balancing on your shoulders. You finally look at her.

"Good," you say. "Get off."

A cool eyebrow is raised, undermined by the sly little smile on her face. "So you don't want me to kiss you?" She's so close you can feel her warm breaths on your nose, one after the other.

You'd be lying if you denied. Not that lying has ever, ever bothered you. But you just hold her gaze, and hold it, and hold it, like you're down seven feet of water and fighting the ocean to see who'll live the longest without air. And you break. "No," you say. "I don't." You must have leant closer without realising, because a coil of red hair is brushing your forehead and her skin is centimetres from yours. Her arms slide further forwards.

"I think you do," she teases. "We've kissed before, sweetheart. Didn't you like it?"

For missions. You've kissed for covers. And neither of you ever pressed it further.

What makes Edinburgh so different?

You narrow your eyes at her, determined to last longer. The weight of her arms and the curve of her lips in your peripheral is making this game hard. But she wouldn't have started it if she didn't find it fun in some way: and you know exactly which way that is.

You tilt your head. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" The words slide past with a bite in them.

Natalia looks at you, eyelids lowered, face blank. "I beg your pardon?" she says, in English, in that impeccable accent. You touch the side of her nose with hers, and neither of you pull back.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want, instead of tricking me into it?" you ask.

"But it's so much more fun this way," Natalia replies. Her voice is quiet now, dampened by the thrumming tension.

"So you do want to kiss me," you say, triumphant in your effort to turn the game around. Like swallowing a bubble and feeling it reappear in your lungs.

Natalia doesn't answer for a long time. The board is hers now. She can talk with all the bravado in the world, or she can kiss you. She can skip backwards out of the way, or she can kiss you.

She moves forward - she doesn't have to move far - and she does kiss you. A gentle, slow press, insistent. Her arms tighten at your neck.

It's like every time before. Your heart swallows itself with a skip. Your hands are on her thighs before you can stop yourself. And when she pulls away you try to follow her.

"Beat you at your own game," you whisper. And then you realise - this was her endgame. You walked into it like a dog at heel. She wanted to kiss you, and not only did she get what she wanted, she got you to want it, too.

"But you didn't win," she says. She's smiling. Your lips are burning. This is what you've been not thinking about: Natalia in your face, on your lap, touching you almost all over. This is what you wanted all along, too.

Maybe you should let her think she's won.

"Kiss me again," you say. You brush your nose against hers, content to let her lean in to you. "But don't stop this time."

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Chapter 3 -

Cantata

Arabella is the executive assistant for Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff. 10 years into her career, it looks like the tide is changing, and she's beginning to question her relationship with him. Is it something more, or nothing but an idea lingering in her head?

F/M, Fluff, Boss/Employee Relationship, Romance, Pining, Love, Slow Burn

Third chapter below the cut or click here for AO3

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(Total: 12095 words thus far)

I waved down a taxi, and hopped in “Knightsbridge Station, please,” I nodded. The little bit of walking to my flat was easier to remember this way. I’m fully aware it's a bit silly to have my flat in London, but my office in Brackley. The truth is, I spend very little time in Brackley since I’m part of the traveling team. When I went to London though, it was hard to ignore my affection for Chelsea. I couldn’t resist, and it operates much more as a home base when I'm flying into Heathrow. On a race week, that one Sunday night and one Monday morning I can wake up and see a lovely garden just out my window is priceless. Then, by Tuesday, I have people staying in my flat for AirBnB. A cleaner comes in Saturday night, and then Sunday night, I’m back home. On a non-race week, by Tuesday, I’m in Brackley, where I keep the house. I leave Friday night and go back to Chelsea for the weekend. Then I wake up Monday morning, and shit, it’s race week again.

The house is 4 bedrooms and made out of beautiful masonry, but I can’t truly appreciate it. This house means nothing to me. I have never decorated it, or given it any love beyond the basics to maintain it. What am I supposed to do with 3 extra bedrooms? I’ve turned one into a home office, but I always go in, so what’s the point? The other two just linger. I clean them every Tuesday night of non-raceweeks. I don’t want the dust to build up. When my family comes to the U.K., which they never do, perhaps they’ll use it as a guest room.

As I arrived at my flat, I was much more excited than I should be for such a short stay. I walked in and unlocked my bedroom door. I found my closet which mostly only hosted racewear. I found my team polo and my slacks. I then began thinking about packing a dress for meeting with Jeffrey tonight and just staying longer at the event. I would have to change and do my hair and make up in the hotel bathroom…or take Toto up on his offer that I pretended not to hear. I would rather not pay for the taxi 3 times in one night. I packed my messenger bag with a dress that had thin fabric so as to not be bulky, and put on my high heels, prepared for the little bit of pain I might suffer standing for slightly too long.

My phone began to ring, and I looked and saw it was Toto. I quickly threw my bag onto the bed, and picked up.

“Toto,” I answered.

“Yes, Arabella. Is the speech in my padfolio?” He asked. I could hear the rustling of papers on the other end.

“Should be, didn’t you read it over in the car?” I asked.

“I did, I did. I can’t find it anywhere now though,” He sighed.

“Probably got lost in the shuffle. Let me check to see if I have a backup copy,” I spoke, taking my own padfolio out of my messenger bag. “Ah, there we go. I’m about to head back up to the hotel. Will be back there by 4pm, if that’s alright.”

“4…4…Yes, alright. Thank you, Arabella,” I could hear him beaming through the phone.

“It’s my job,” I answered.

“Ah, well…I’ll speak with you later when you arrive,” and with that he hung up.

I admired my view for a few moments, and quickly scarffed down my favorite lunch, before running down to the road to hail a taxi. I arrived at 4 on the dot, and watched as Toto walked out of the elevator. “Here you are,” I smiled handing it to him.

“We match,” he smiled, pointing to his own polo and back at mine.

“Not to break your heart, but we all do,” I said, vaguely gesturing to the hotel lobby which was coated with Mercedes wear. Except Lewis who always stood out with his bold fashion choices. I was a bit jealous of his bravery, but then again if I were a 7 time WDC champion, I would be quite brave too.

“It was the thought,” He shrugged, glancing over the speech. I took a deep breath, feeling the dress’s fabric in my bag.

“Sorry, but would you mind if I took you up on your offer? I need to change after the event. I wouldn’t head up until 8, but…you know,” I mumbled.

“So, you did hear me earlier?” He laughed.

“Barely…but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. All my clothing was at home.”

“You know there are extras flying all over this hotel right now,” He smiled.

“Yes, but why borrow when I could just run home?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Money? Taxis? Time? All of the above.”

“Conversation over. I declare it,” I ordered. “So that’s a yes, though.”

“Of course it's a yes,” He smirked.

“Thank you. You have two hours before you give that speech. Don’t read it over too many times, or you might get the words jumbled. I have to go meet with the driver’s assistants to make sure testing is planned out correctly. I’ll meet you in the ballroom at 5:30, but I’ll be down there at 5 if you want to stop in earlier,” I explained, already taking steps back from him. He waved me away kindly, and I went off looking for the reserved meeting room.

Walking through the hallways of the hotel, I eventually stumbled upon the room, and walked in. Already waiting was Angela and Nikola, Lewis and Valtteri’s assistants respectively. “How are we doing?” Angela asked as soon as I walked in. Angela is a strikingly pleasant woman, and just as I micromanage Toto, she micromanages Lewis. That is, however, to a much larger degree on her end. I swear, if Lewis breathes, it’s because Angela told him to. Her graying blonde hair defined her appearance, and also seemed to automatically imply that she kicks ass. His entire team runs right under Angela.

On the other hand, Nikola was much more lackadaisical. I had noticed two things about him. First, that much like me, he came with many preconceptions about his perception. Many people right off the bat assume him to be aggressive and overserious due to his Serbian heritage but instead he overcompensated and could at times be a pushover. The second thing being that he hates Formula 1. Nikola had for a long time been a personal assistant for actresses and actors. In fact, I knew him from my days at United Agents. He much preferred the world of Oscars, BAFTAs, and Emmys over watching 60 laps with a headset on. In fact, he skips 90% of the races, and instead go eats dinner in a new city.

“I’m doing good, Angela,” I smiled, sitting down. I took my padfolio out of my messenger bag and opened it up to my schedule. “Okay, testing.”

“London Heathrow at 8am right,” Nikola began. I nodded, and thus we were off to the races discussing every small thing and ever little detai. A single mistake could mean Lewis missed an important part of his daily routine or that Valtteri missed a training session. Testing established an important precedent. Showcasing that we’re going to dominate the tracks this season is an important first step to actually doing so.

“Time to head off,” I explained, standing up. “See you all soon.”

They all waved a kind goodbye, and I stepped out to the ballroom. I took the elevator up and walked in to see the huge room cleared of tables and chairs. Staff was running around setting up item after item. It was almost magical to watch an entire Formula 1 car be reassembled in a room for display. Each piece perfectly slotted in. Of course, just for an investors meeting we wouldn’t use any of the tech. With the cost cap being implemented this year, unnecessary movements also created unnecessary risks with no money to spare.

“Where’s the race suit?” I asked a passing staff member in Mercedes wear.

“Oh, um…” They began, checking their clipboard as they flipped through their pages. “Coming off the truck now.”

“You sure?” I double checked.

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, look, there it comes,” They pointed towards the ballroom door.

“Ah, perfect. Thank you,” I answered rushing over to the suit on mannequin being carried over by a team of just two people.

“I know we said we’d put that on the stage, but I think it’d be awkward. Can we place it next to the car?” I offered.

“Uh…yeah, but it could get damaged,” One answered.

“More than a red wine stain?” I asked. He shook his head. “Let’s go for it then.”

Following right in behind them was Toto, and he gave me a big smile.

“You think it would look awkward on the stage, right?” I asked.

“Oh, totally,” He answered. “The space looks nice.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I checked my watch. “Least we can do with all the money they give us. Uh…let’s see. Doors open in 15, go ahead and step into the little wings of the stage for me. Don’t care which, we’ll find you either way. I’m going to go over to the kitchen right quick and make sure that everything’s okay.”

He gestured for me to scurry off and I obliged, heading over to the kitchen and peeking my head in. Yes, of course they were ready. I immediately stepped up the stairs that led to the wings of the stage and found Toto standing in the stage left wing. He waved me over and I speed walked over.

“The clicker. Where’s the clicker for the keynote?” He asked.

“Fuck, they didn’t leave one back here?” I answered.

“I suppose not. They thought you had it.”

“Me? Christ, everyone loves to pin it on me,” I took a deep breath. I quickly snapped my fingers in recognition of a good thought. “Let me run up to your room. I always leave an extra in your bag.”

He smiled, and it quickly turned into a look of confusion. “In my bag?”

“Oh, yeah. When I ordered it for you two years ago, you never noticed this secret little panel. I keep extras of everything small enough that has a tendency to go missing. Clickers, RFIDs, batteries…”

“What? Where?” He asked shocked.

“Telling you would defeat the purpose considering you would immediately take them out since you would be sure they would be better somewhere else,” I replied. “Anyway, I’ll be back.” His expression as I turned my back was best described as a hilarious combination of impressed, shocked, and slightly disappointed that I knew him this well. I ran off, heading upstairs to the hotel room.

There I found, of course, the room was incredibly clean. Toto was never the type to leave a place messy, and everything always found it's perfect spot. Of course, his bag was conveniently located in the closet next to his coat, since the two went hand in hand. Right inside the bag, on the left hand side of the interior side pocket was a tiny zipper I had removed the tag off of to prevent him from easily feeling it out and of course, inside was a USB and bluetooth presentation clicker.

I quickly turned around to leave when I suddenly saw something out the corner of my eye on the edge of the TV stand. It doesn’t count as snooping if I gave it to him right? I instantly recognized it even at the distance I was. A pen. It wasn’t just any pen. No, it was the pen I gave Toto after his 5 years at Mercedes. I was surprised he still had it. It was a nice heavy silver, and had a rollerball tip. It had been engraved with his name and had the date of the 5 year anniversary.

“You want a pen? A fucking pen?” I chuckled to myself looking it over. I resisted the urge to look at what he had written down and scurried out of the room moving quickly returned to the ballroom. Toto awaited anxiously as I set it up with the tech staff before returning to Toto with the clicker. He gave me a soft smile, and patiently held it. I headed to the ballroom floor and found my favorite member of the team, Bono.

“You wanna tell me why Toto called me earlier about the hotel?” He asked without greeting me. To be fair, a greeting wasn’t really necessary. Of all the team members, Bono and I were the ones with one of the closest relationships. He became a race engineer the same year I began working at Mercedes. Two years later, when Toto became team principal and I joined his team, Bono was one of the first people to congratulate me. Since then, in the quiet moments, we’re the first to find each other.

“Remember Monaco 2016?” I answered. I watched as he tried to recall. “When the hotel refused to let me into my room because they didn’t believe I worked for Mercedes?”

“Oh God. Oh wait, again?” He stumbled over his words.

“Unbelievable isn’t it?”

“Unbelievable, yeah. If they actually watched anything they’d see you right behind Toto with a headset on.”

“Too busy watching Toto,” I chuckled.

“So did he have another moment?” Bono asked. Back in Monaco 2016, Toto had forced the staff members to walk me to my room, reclean the entire room, and then, even though the room hadn’t been used, made them upgrade my room.

“Yes, but much more quietly, and somehow, more intimidating.”

“Toto can be intimidating?” Bono asked. I raised my eyebrow at him. “Kidding.”

“I was about to say…”

“We best quit our gabbing,” Bono nudged me, and gesturing up to the stage where Toto sat down in a seat across from the UBS representative. As he did, I turned around and saw the room was filled with suits rather than Mercedes paraphernalia.

“Oh shit, I hadn’t even noticed the doors were open,” I sighed. Bono looked around and faked a jump.

“They all look like slenderman out there,” He laughed.

“Slenderman, you know what slenderman is?”

“I know, I’m old. But I know things.”

“Oh, no, we really do need to shut up,” I quickly mumbled as the UBS representative got up and headed to the microphone.

“Wait, why did you have the hotel call me, couldn’t you have just called?” He asked.

“They never would’ve believed me that it was actually you. They couldn’t even notice my name on the booking,” I whispered.

“Oh, right. Fuck. Shut up,” He whispered to himself. I chuckled as they approached the microphone. The UBS representative introduced Toto and Toto stepped to the microphone with the clicker. As he clicked on the first slide, he found my fave in the crowd and gave me a delicate wink. I smiled back.

“Thank you for the invitation. UBS has maintained an excellent working relationship with Mercedes AMG for 8 years,” He began. “Today, we present the investors with a unique opportunity to hear from us directly regarding the more fun part of our relationship: Racing. During the night, you can find engineers mingling about ready to discuss key aspects of the car, and answer your every question about vehicle performance. But before we enjoy the rest of our night, I want to begin by discussing the car and changes coming for the 2021 season. We especially want to discuss our plan to remain well within the new cost cap.”

As Toto detailed out every element of our car that we could discuss without risking leaks, I couldn’t help but fail to listen. It wasn’t boring. I found this enjoyable. Rather, I noticed the way Toto smiled, cracked jokes that weren’t written on the speech notes, and how he didn’t even have to look at the slides to know what they said. I watched how good of a speaker he was, and how he connected so well with everyone. Even while addressing a bunch of investors, he was also addressing the team. I was so focused on Toto, I failed to notice the way Lewis and Valterri had came onto the stage just for a brief conversation about the upcoming season. When I finally did, they were already walking off. I’ve really got to get this out my system.

As Toto finished, and the UBS representative had a conversation with him, I tried to think of other things. The hors d'oeuvres I had helped to plan, the drink I would order from the open bar, and the tartare I would order from Angler. Oh, right, I do have a date. Maybe that would help me get this out of my system.

As soon as the presentation was over, I ran over to the open bar. On an empty stomach, it was sure to help my rising anxiety. “A Vesper, please,” I asked the bartender. I watched as the drink was stirred and handed to me. I could see Toto head over to the car to prepare for questions and interactions from the various investors. He waved me over, and I took a deep breath as I stepped towards him.

“This is my executive assistant, Arabella Lazaar,” He introduced me to the crowd of investors. I put my hand up for a cursory wave, and took a relatively large sip of my drink.

“Yeah, what do you need?” I asked him kindly. He handed me the presentation clicker, gently placing it into my hand.

“I thought you’d want to hide it back in my bag,” He smiled. “What’s that?”

“A Vesper,” I answered, trying to casually sip it rather than down it.

“Oh…” He shivered.

“Yeah, I know. No one likes my drink,” I shrugged, taking another sip.

“Also, this gentleman,” Toto suddenly spoke to the group and gestured to a gray haired man in the middle of the group. “He’s looking for an executive assistant. I don’t know if you know someone.”

“Uh…no one who doesn’t have a job,” I giggled. “But the wonderful people at Souters have plenty recent graduates who need options. You can also mention if you’re looking for specific spoken languages and they’ll let you know what available.”

“Thank you,” He answered. “But I’m looking for someone more experienced.”

“Oh, well-” I began, nearly scoffing as I spoke.

“Thanks, Arabella,” Toto smiled gently placing his arm around my shoulder and turning me around. “Before you say anything, yes, I know. ”

“More experienced? I doubt he’s even high up in the company,” I answered.

“Thats what I meant I know. He’s not, he’s brand new. But you know how people are,” He finally took his arm from around me. I took a deep sigh. “Nevertheless, I had to stop you because right next to him is the president of Asset Managment. If you run into him without her though, you’re welcome to tell him exactly what you’d like to say.”

“Fine, Toto,” I sighed again. He chuckled at my behavior.

“Besides, Bono was looking for you. He’s by the stage,” He said.

“Oh, thanks,” I smiled, heading off. I finished my drink and handed it to a server collecting dishes, and grabbed a tiny little sandwich on the way. Damn, I picked good.

“Oh, look, there’s the disappearing act,” Bono laughed as I stepped towards him.

“Sorry, needed a drink,” I shrugged.

“Well, where is it?”

I gestured to my body in general, and Bono laughed again. He was surrounded by the engineering team. We all had a wonderful conversation and soon enough it was almost 8:00. I said my goodbyes and let Toto know I was leaving. When I re-entered the hotel room, I found the bag and slipped the presentation clicker into the secret pocket. I opened the door to the connecting room, which was directly next to TV stand where the note stared me in the face.

It wasn’t any of my business, but I wanted to look. I could just barely see the writing through the paper with the light against it. I quickly went into the connecting room to prevent myself from satiating my curiosity. I took a brief shower and avoided getting my hair wet, or I dared to face the wrath of curls that refuse to dry. I slipped on my little black dress and looked in the mirror. I wasn’t an especially thin woman. I enjoyed the way dresses like this could hug my delicate curves. I took some oil from my bag and slicked my hair back into a neat ponytail. I then applied my makeup. Just a small amount. If I were in the paddock, it would be no different. Those tight rooms can get very hot, and I refuse to sweat off any of it. I applied my eyelashes and looked in the mirror at myself. Great job, and only 5 minutes early. I took the hotel elevator down to the floor of the restaurant, being sure I had grabbed everything out of the room. As I approached Angler, I could see Jeffrey.

He looked just like his picture. A solid 6 feet tall, bringing me in my heels to 2 inches shorter than him, and short salt and pepper hair that was thinning just a little bit on top. He looked exactly how you would imagine a lawyer would look, with just the slightest bit of stubble coming in.

“Arabella?” He asked as I approached. I could hear he had a thick Manchester accent. “You look gorgeous.”

“Ah, thank you,” I said, gently brushing my dress in the nervous manner women tend to do when complimented by their date.

“Oh, where are you from?” He asked.

“The Netherlands. You’re from Manchester, yes?”

“You must be able to hear it,” He laughed. He had a slightly high pitched laugh that seemed to ring through the room. “Well, let’s get our table.”

He approached the desk, and they guided us to our table, sat shockingly close to the front of the restaurant. We could see out into the hotel, and I watched as various Mercedes staff wandered about. Being closer to Brackley than usual meant that much of the staff who wouldn’t even be expected to attend, could and did.

“So, how are you tonight?” He asked.

“I’m quite good,” I nodded.

“How was the UBS event? Anything interesting?”

“Oh, well, I think it was quite nice. I hope at least. I helped to plan it. So, let me know if anyone complains,” I joked. He laughed and got more comfortable in his seat. We continued to chat about small little things for a moment until we ordered our food. He took the break as an opportunity to ask me about my job.

“So, do tell me, what’s it like working in F1?”

“How you would expect,” I shrugged. “Lots of traveling. Drama. Drive to Survive is quite fun to have around.”

“I don’t really know what I expect, if I’m honest. I know only a little bit about F1. I’m much more of a football guy.”

“Oh, I just assumed since you knew Lewis,” I answered.

“I know enough. Team principals, drivers, a little bit of the drama. Outside of that though,” He shrugged. The plates came to the table as did my glass of wine. I began to snack on the tartare as he spoke. “So as you said, traveling quite a lot. Nice hotels, the high life, all that?”

“We fly private when we’re outside of Europe, but other than that, commercial. There’s really no point. If the drivers want to waste their money on flying private to a place that has cheap flights, they’re welcome to. But the hotels are always great. They’re not included in the cost cap so I doubt that’ll change.”

“The cost cap, now that I’ve heard about. Mercedes feeling the squeeze?” He asked.

“We are cutting our budget into a third of what it used to be. So…yes,” I laughed. “It could be much worse though.”

“So, you must work for Toto Wolff?”

“Huh?” I questioned, nearly spitting out my food. “How’d you know that?”

“Judging solely by the fact he’s walking over here,” Jeffrey shrugged. I whipped my head around and watched as the 6’ 5” man powerwalked over to the table with a look of determination. As soon as he saw my face, it quickly switched to a smile with a wave.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, putting my head into my hands.

“Arabella, I thought that was you,” He smiled approaching the table. “Oh, sorry for interrupting. Toto Wolff.”

He stuck his hand out at Jeffrey, and I watched as Jeffrey reached his hand out to shake it.

“Jeffrey Martens,” He answered, shaking his hand.

“What’s up, Toto?” I asked, looking up at him as they released their grip.

“Did you leave anything in your room? I know you talked about going back to your place, but I wanted to make sure if you left anything I grabbed it for the flight tomorrow, but since you’re here, I can just hand it to you.”

“You could’ve just texted,” I groaned.

“I was going to and then I saw you. Is that a yes?”

“No. It's a no. I didn’t leave anything,” I tried to smile at him.

“Alright. Sorry for interrupting again. Is this the same guy you brought to the Christmas party last year?” He asked.

“Nope.” If I didn’t know any better I would think he was purposefully sabotaging my date.

“Apologies. I should probably go now. See you in the morning, Arabella,” He patted my back. “Bye, Jeffrey.”

Jeffrey looked at me with a hefty smirk. “Never thought I’d meet an F1 Team Principal,” He laughed.

“I’m going to kill him for that move. So you might’ve just heard his last words,” I sighed. Jeffrey laughed even harder. I smirked back at him. We continued our conversation, discussing Jeffrey’s line of work, trying to pretend like Toto hadn’t even stopped by. As dinner ended, and he paid the check, he began walking me out of the hotel.

“This was very fun,” Jeffrey smiled.

“It was, yes,” I answered.

“You’re a really interesting woman. An F1 Team Principal’s assistant, a bit of a hard ass, and totally hilarious,” He smiled. A bit? I strive to be the absolute worst. So, that’s offensive.

“Thank you. You’re…interesting too,” I lied. He was certainly at best a curiosity. His life was quite boring. Dad was a lawyer, so he became one too. Now he works at a bank.

“Oh thank you. I hate to end the night here,” He spoke quietly. “Would you like to come to my place?”

“Absolutely.”

Time to get this out my system.

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Two Jewish schools in north London are closing their doors "in the interests of the safety of our precious children".

Torah Vodaas Primary School in Edgware and Ateres Beis Yaakov Primary School in Colindale both informed parents on Thursday evening they would not reopen until Monday.

In a letter to parents, Rabbi Feldman, of Torah Vodaas, said while there was "no specific threat to our school" it was "not a decision that has been taken lightly".

It comes as Jewish students were being warned by schools to disguise their uniform because of a fear of retaliatory attacks caused by the ongoing war in Israel.

Thousands of Israelis and Palestinians have been killed in a war ignited by a bloody and wide-ranging Hamas attack on Israel at the weekend.

One Jewish charity said it had seen a 324% increase in reports of antisemitism as a result over the last four days. This included six assaults, 14 direct threats, three instances of vandalism, and 66 cases of abusive behaviour, according to CST.

Prime Minister Rishi Sunak announced £3m to protect schools, synagogues, and other Jewish community buildings on Thursday.

The money will enable the CST to place additional guards in schools it supports throughout each school's operating hours. They will also be able to place additional security staff at outside synagogues on Friday nights and Saturday mornings.

Israel-Gaza latest: 447 children among dead

Children told to 'change their uniform'

One father told Sky News he had been advised by his children's school to alter their uniform "so they are not signaling in any way they are Jewish".

He said: "And in 2023 for my kids to go to school and it not be okay for them to wear uniform, a kippah, star of David on their blazers, to have to hide their identity in 2023, it's very scary.

"I am scared for myself and my family. It's a scary situation."

Their mother said there have been at least three policemen waiting outside her children's school every day.

Students no longer taking public transport

Rabbi Chaim Pinter, the principal of a Yesodey Hatorah, said they had put "certain measures" in place, including "extra patrols" as well as providing therapists and counsellors to the students.

"There is worry, people are concerned. People don't want this to spill over," he said.

The majority of students live locally, but "the students who live out of the local area, they are coming in via taxis rather than public transport".

"Our priority is the children," he added. "And the best place, the safest place for a child, is in school."

Meanwhile, one security company told Sky News it had seen a rise in requests from Jewish sites.

SQR is not a specifically Jewish company but does security at a number of sites within the community.

Yael Cole-Slagter said: "We've had calls from schools, but we've also had calls from schools that for instance they've had security officers on site that have been called back to Israel so they've asked us to replace them on site for now.

"And for additional security around schools.

'Parents are concerned'

Rabbi David Meyer, chief executive of the Partnership for Jewish Schools told Sky News parents are concerned, "and I think they have reason to be so".

"There have been unfortunately in the past significant rippled effects when things have happened in the Middle East," he continued.

"They seem to have impacted and caused a significant increase in incidents in the UK."

#nunyas news #similar to post 9/11 stuff for muslims #except this happens whenever israel does something #people don't like #doesn't need to be a local attack at all

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[Chapter 49] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

The air here was so humid it felt like you could drown on solid ground, though it might just feel that way when you compare it to your climatized opinions based on parched desert air. It forces you to reflect on just how dry that setting had left your skin, your hair, your nails, everything. This military base was remarkably more visually stunning than your last few, especially London's. Yellow brick and plaster in broad arching columns with tidy white trim, soft salmon-coloured bricks lined outer courtyards with manicured foliage and lemon trees. You heard another crisp salute over your shoulder before your pilot returned to taxi away your ride. Ghost seems to be familiar with this base, making his way toward a small red brick building on the far side of the landing strip just beyond a small patch of skinny palms. He always acts like you've been to these bases before as if you have any clue where to go.

Just before awkward confusion settled in, you caught a hazy view of those blond locks approaching from across the heated tarmac. The poor woman had her arm in a sling over a prim blue dress shirt. The closer she got, the more you noticed blooming red sunburns across her nose and cheeks, conveniently shielded by sleek bangs. It felt so good to see another familiar face, though it pulled at your heartstrings to see her injury. A warm and refreshing ocean breeze flooded your hearing, ceasing just before Laswell spoke.

"Good to see you, Lua."

"It's good to see you, Ma'am," you smiled. "I'm sorry to hear about your snowboarding accident," you mused sweetly, nodding to her cast.

"Waterskiing with my wife, actually," she quipped back, allowing you to share a polite chuckle. "I told her it was too windy to go out."

Of course, you both knew the actual context, being her mad scramble with Farah to evade certain death from raining hellfire. However it's not exactly easy, let alone secure, to communicate the truth about the impairment. It's still good to know she got out alive, even if she likely had the worst injury in the group. Her eyes were kind; they always were, even if you have significantly more reason to fear her than any of your teammates. This woman could disappear you and everyone you've ever known with a handful of phone calls, or she could probably make you the leader of a small city-state if she really wanted to. Her connections, her authority, could make a grown man weep.

"I'm sure you're eager to freshen up," she chimed, gesturing for you to walk beside her.

Truer words have yet to be said. Filth of multiple forms has made your skin slick and grimy, leaving you eager to shuck these scratchy clothes from your body. Making your way to those same red brick buildings on the far edge of the tarmac, you felt more at ease than you'd expected, considering your existential dread only hours ago. The sun was warm, you were surrounded by familiar allies, and you had the promise of a proper bed along with a much-needed shower. That, paired with the residual orgasmic bliss helped unwind long pent stress. Laswell had described it as an executive suite for officers, making you sigh in relief that you wouldn't be in bunks next to the based soldiers who saluted you as you passed.

Finally, a quaint but equipped room to temporarily call your own. White sheets and wooden furniture, even a hairdryer in the bathroom and a small cactus on the glossy wooden dresser. This felt more like a hotel than anything. A new thought crossed your mind for a moment, making your face furrow in thought as you realized that all your former luggage had been thoroughly destroyed. It's not like you can ask to send a jet back to Al Mazrah to gather your cell phone and the rest of your nicely broken-in hoodies. It seems like Laswell or the powers that be have already answered that question before the thought could be fully realized. Prying open the fresh black backpack that was laid on your bed, you hesitantly unravel its dark contents. It was a cornucopia of uniforms and tees, still swaddled in thin plastic wrapping, all exactly to your sizing. Even a cell phone in a sleek box, paired with a new dinky burner. It even held new undergarments and hair ties. They really thought of everything, all with that plasticy new car smell.

Passing the bathroom again allowed a brief glimpse at your reflection, which forced you to exhale sharply in laughter. Your fucking shirt was inside out. Of course it was. An obvious result of your scramble to dress. The thought forced your imagination to recontextualize lingering glances from Farah and Ghost, flooding you with a wretched combination of dread and humour. Hopefully, Laswell didn't notice, but something tells you that few things get past her. That thought filled you with additional dread. Standing in front of a rectangular mirror lets you take a more thorough inventory of your body's state as you separate dusty clothing from grimy skin. This career has a way of rewarding the ability to power through injury, teaching you to save dull pain from minor injuries until after you're on home base. Even if you're not technically on a home base, sunken cheekbones from an appetite overridden by horror and strained morals left you with apparent consequences. It's hard to say if the bruises were a result of the overall vitamin deficiency or if Ghost's grip on the soft flesh just above your hip bone was really that brutal.

You're really doing a number on your body, the one thing you're supposed to have control over. Anxiousness and guilt have consistently taken a toll on your body, no matter how many times you will yourself to do better on every mission. Tangled hair and dirty fingernails. It's still far better than the last opportunity you had to take a good hard look at yourself again; no bloodshot eyes or strangulation marks around your throat, nor a bloodied crush wound on your outer thigh. You'll feel better after this shower, and hopefully it will wash away this sinking trepidation.

Excusing the literal metaphor, hot water on your skin felt like much-needed rain in the desert. The water temperature couldn't get higher, the steaming heat was the only thing you felt could sufficiently purify the days of grime and sweat. That and the standard-issue bar soap that was so kindly provided. The initial protest that your nerves gave from the scorching water, let alone the strain on the poor metal showerhead was enough to make you think twice. But refused to capitulate. That familiar feeling of fingertips on your skin made your pulse quicken, even if they were your own. They just didn't provide that same electric feeling when they reached the same places as someone else's. Like a hexagonal wheel. It can get you there, but not with the same efficiency. Maybe it would've been wiser to take a cold shower.

A flash of purple caught your eye, an angle that hadn't previously been visible. A ring of teeth marks, and another. Harsh bites once left on your inner thigh had left physical memories across sensitive flesh. Threatening a devastating slip, you propped up your thigh to examine the injury further, letting scalding water trickle on the back of your neck. You couldn't help but grin. Yet another glimpse at the man under the mask. A perfect dental record, clear enough to get a fucking set of braces. Slightly rotated lower canines, but otherwise remarkably straight teeth based on your inexperienced dental opinion. You'd come to expect fangs, with rows upon rows of teeth like a shark or one of those lake eels. It makes you wonder if many of them are fake, considering how likely it is that so many had been knocked out in combat - or by someone who doesn't take too kindly to his constant brooding.

The thought made you chuckle, as did the idea of having an unintended glimpse past his defences, one that he was too drunk on lust to even consider. Here you are, a grown woman, giggling to yourself about dumb fucking bruises on your skin. It's more of a liability, frankly, as was the slightly reddened and blued skin on the back of your thighs as you twisted in the mirror to view the carnage. More injuries sustained during an active combat mission. You should get a medal for this, really. A shining Purple Heart to pin to your oh-so-decorated uniform's lapel.

Satisfied with the minor burns that bloomed over mercilessly scrubbed skin, you'd deemed yourself to be washed free from every possible atom of debris from your body. If the scrubbing didn't leave lingering pain, the phantoms of bruises across your behind did. Sitting to put on socks made sure to remind you of that. You were more interested in catching up with the rest of your teammates. They're alive, so you have that as a baseline. But the thought of gnarly injuries, worse than Laswell's, flickered in your mind as you donned a freshly creased grey hoodie.

Stepping into the cooled stone hallway, flimsy knowledge of Italian led you to believe the common room would be down by the southern wing. In this small guest suite barracks, they'd definitely be there. Footsteps echoed over weathered bricks and plaster walls coloured with thick, glossy paint. Every blink offered a new view down crisscrossing corridors and small meeting rooms, leaving the lingering impression that this complex could've been a monastery in another life.

There they were, just as expected. Gaz and Soap slung over a low sunken couch, facing a small TV. The two wore mirrored outfits, standard tees and pants, not dissimilar from the ones your pack provided. They sat reclined, focusing on drinking every pixel of the soccer game on the screen. If you thought that the kiss was lingering in your conscience, there was now a new elephant in the room that was invisible to everyone but you and Ghost. Who knows wherever he'd so hurriedly fucked off to, anyways. Luckily for you, their couch faced away from your current position, allowing you to loom over their shoulders.

It's hard to look someone in the eyes when you've just fucked your shared colleague. Twice. You could argue three times, but you got out of that one on a technicality. But Soap and Gaz would understand, surely. Your mind spun. Even if they found out, Soap almost fucked one of your friends on that drunken night at the bar on your birthday. He probably did, and you wouldn't put it past her. Or him. You fiddled with your hoodie strings. Gaz would probably bring up concerns about this affecting synergy on missions somehow, but that's easy to diffuse with the fact that there was no love lost or gained with your interaction with your lieutenant. Even if it clearly hasn't softened either of your hearts, you and Ghost could happily uphold your default ambivalence toward one another.

"Hey, Cricket," Soap glanced over at your approach.

"Howsit goin'," Gaz yawned, stretching his arms and crossing them behind his head.

"I'm alive," you sighed, nodding back at the two soldiers.

"How was yer' little vacation with LT?" Soap nodded, smiling from the corner of his mouth.

The question made your heart stop. You almost started a shambling flurry of 'what do you mean's before he turned to absentmindedly return to reviewing the game.

"I got to read some old books n' catch up on some sleep," you retorted politely, gauging their reaction from over their shoulders.

No response. There was a penalty kick that was about to be struck, and they'd both leaned forward on their seats.

"We almost killed each other a couple of times," you breathed, eyeing the two of them as they remained transfixed. "I was just getting close before help arrived and saved him."

Gaz barked a laugh, Soap remained aloof.

"Maybe next time," Gaz called over his shoulder, and you returned a mannerly grin.

Maybe next time. Those words have more implications than he could ever understand. It's relieving to know that it's back to dreadful business as usual, and these two chumps have made it out unscathed. They're almost shockingly unphased, where you assumed they'd have at least a few more questions about what happened with the bugged transmissions or the torture you inflicted.

They didn't seem particularly phased by it all. The questions stopped there. If it were your friends back home, this would have bred at least 35 follow-up questions and a formal investigation. These two are different; they're surprisingly easy to lie to. Well, it's not technically a lie. You could argue it's lying by omission, but they also didn't specifically ask if you copulated with Ghost in that bunker. Judging by how enraptured they are in the plasma screen, you could probably admit it all aloud and get a passive 'mhmm' in response at best.

"Oh, they want to see you in the office. Down the hall, second to the left," Soap finally spoke up with relieved breath after the goalkeeper successfully captured the ball.

A dutiful nod excused you, and turning to walk away made up for the explosion of panic that crashed into your system. It felt like when the principal asked to see you in the office after you cheated on a test. They wouldn't have let you freshen up beforehand if it was really bad. They wouldn't have given you a bag of clothes and a new cell. Every clicking footstep made your blood pressure spike, catching the passing glances of bustling packs of soldiers who must be reading your expression of worry. That distant chatter from shoutcasters on Soap and Gaz's game slowly dissipated as you approached the second door down the hallway. Ghost slipped out from the door before you, and your posture tightened.

The look Ghost gave you as you passed him in the arched stone hallway made your blood run cold. He held your gaze with an intensity that made you question its meaning. If only you could read minds. You suddenly became more acutely aware of every possible stimulus all at once as nervousness settled in. The feeling of your socks in your boots as they stepped through the threshold, the weight of your hoodie around your shoulders, the sweat pooling between your fingers. What could they possibly want?

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The Pinnacle of Elegance: Chauffeur Services in London

When it comes to exploring the vibrant city of London, comfort and style should be paramount. Whether you're a business executive, a visiting dignitary, or simply someone with a penchant for the finer things in life, a premium chauffeur service in London can elevate your experience to a whole new level. Let’s delve into why choosing a premium chauffeur service in London might just be the best decision you make for your next journey through this historic and bustling metropolis.

Why Opt for a Chauffeur Service in London?

London is a city where sophistication meets tradition, and your choice of transport should reflect that. A chauffeur service in London isn’t just about getting from point A to point B; it’s about the journey itself. From the moment you step into a luxury vehicle, you're enveloped in an atmosphere of elegance and convenience.

Imagine this: You're arriving at Heathrow Airport, weary from a long flight. Instead of navigating the maze of public transportation or waiting in a taxi queue, a sleek, luxury vehicle with a professional driver awaits you. This isn't just a ride; it's a warm welcome into one of the world’s greatest cities.

What Sets Premium Chauffeur Services Apart?

Premium chauffeur services in London are not your run-of-the-mill transportation options. These services focus on providing an experience that goes beyond mere transportation. Here’s what you can expect from a top-tier chauffeur service:

1. Impeccable Vehicles: When you hire a premium chauffeur service, you're not just getting a ride; you’re stepping into a meticulously maintained luxury vehicle. Think high-end sedans, spacious SUVs, or even classic limousines. Each vehicle is designed to offer maximum comfort and a touch of class.

2. Professional Chauffeurs: Premium chauffeurs in London are not just drivers; they are highly trained professionals. They embody discretion, punctuality, and an in-depth knowledge of the city. Their primary goal is to ensure your journey is smooth, enjoyable, and on schedule.

3. Personalized Service: One of the standout features of a premium chauffeur service is the ability to cater to your specific needs. Whether it’s arranging for an extra bottle of champagne, customizing your route to include a scenic drive, or accommodating special requests, these services go above and beyond to enhance your experience.

4. Reliability and Safety: In the bustling environment of London, reliability is crucial. Premium chauffeur services pride themselves on their punctuality and the safety of their passengers. With state-of-the-art tracking systems and rigorous vehicle maintenance protocols, you can rest assured that your journey will be safe and timely.

Premium Chauffeur Service to Hire in London

Finding the perfect chauffeur service can be overwhelming, but focusing on what makes a service premium can narrow down your options significantly. When looking for a premium chauffeur service to hire in London, consider these factors:

1. Reputation: Research the reputation of the chauffeur service. Look for reviews, testimonials, and any awards or certifications. A well-regarded service is likely to offer the high standards you’re looking for.

2. Fleet Quality: The condition and variety of the vehicles available should be a major consideration. A premium service should offer a range of luxury vehicles to suit your needs and preferences.

3. Driver Qualifications: Ensure that the chauffeurs are not only licensed but also have undergone extensive training. The best services employ drivers who are skilled in customer service and have a deep knowledge of London’s streets and landmarks.

4. Additional Services: Many premium chauffeur services offer additional perks such as Wi-Fi, refreshments, and tailored itineraries. These extras can make your journey even more enjoyable and stress-free.

The Benefits of Choosing Premium Chauffeurs in London

Choosing premium chauffeurs in London brings a multitude of benefits:

1. Stress-Free Travel: With a professional handling all the logistics, you can relax and enjoy the ride. Whether you're heading to a business meeting or a night out on the town, a chauffeur service takes the stress out of travel.

2. Enhanced Productivity: For business professionals, a chauffeur service offers a productive environment. You can make calls, catch up on emails, or simply relax without the distraction of driving.

3. Impressive Impressions: Arriving at a venue in a luxury vehicle with a professional chauffeur can make a significant impression. It adds an element of prestige to any event, be it a corporate function or a personal celebration.

4. Local Expertise: Navigating London’s complex road network can be challenging. A local chauffeur not only knows the quickest routes but can also offer valuable insights into the city’s hidden gems and attractions.

Booking Your Premium Chauffeur Service in London

Booking a premium chauffeur service in London is straightforward. Many services offer online booking platforms where you can select your vehicle, specify your requirements, and confirm your reservation. If you prefer a more personal touch, many services also offer phone bookings and consultations.

Before finalizing your booking, make sure to clarify all details, including the total cost, any additional fees, and the specifics of your itinerary. This ensures transparency and helps you avoid any surprises.

Conclusion

A premium chauffeur service in London isn’t just about luxury transportation; it’s about creating an experience that’s both comfortable and memorable. From the elegant vehicles and professional chauffeurs to the personalized service and added convenience, choosing a premium chauffeur service transforms your travel into an experience of sophistication and ease.

So next time you plan a trip to London, consider indulging in the ultimate comfort of a premium chauffeur service. After all, in a city that epitomizes style and class, shouldn’t your transportation reflect the same?

Embrace the elegance, enjoy the ride, and let London unfold with unparalleled comfort and sophistication.

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