Sarah
After the conversation with Rachel, I truly did my best to avoid any contact with Lorenzo. Even during the practice sessions, where we were in the same location, the circuit was large enough for me to keep my distance from my sister's boyfriend.
And when the training was over, I looked for Hillary to leave, but since I didn't want to get close to the team that both my friend and Lorenzo were a part of, I tried to contact them by phone, calling and sending a few messages, which received no response at all.
I was standing by the protective railing in the area known as the paddock, where people circulated behind the pits after the practice sessions, when Enrico approached.
"Waiting for your friend?" Enrico asked.
"Yes, I
EnricoSarah asked the question I had been expecting."Why do you think that?"She was trying to probe whether I was really telling the truth or if my statement was just a bluff. As I gazed at her now, I felt as if I were living something very much like a movie or anything related to fiction, where there was the good twin and the bad twin. At the moment, I was facing the good twin, the one who was easily manipulable by everyone, precisely because she was too gullible and confident that people wouldn't be capable of doing things they were indeed fully capable of. In short, a bland girl with no attitude and no will of her own."I don't think," I said firmly. "I'm absolutely sure that it was Rachel I was with, even though that night didn't end exactly the way I would have liked."Sarah stared at me with a visibly troubled expression, and I waited for her to insist on her lie again, but she probably concluded that denying the truth any further was pointless."What do you want to talk to m
SarahDespite considering all the arguments Enrico used to justify the idea that we should date a load of nonsense, I agreed nonetheless. The truth was, he had done something significant for me. The job he managed to get me into was excellent, both in terms of salary and the work itself.I had resonated a lot with the secretary role, and Hillary's help was also crucial in this regard. So, I owed Enrico a great deal, even though I believed what he was saying about Rachel was a complete absurdity.It's true that we had a lot of disagreements after the auction incident and everything involving Kael, but that was entirely understandable given our delicate financial situation and her desperation due to the loan shark debt that required an extreme action, like the one we ended up taking, in order to raise the money quickly.However, ever since that was resolved, I got my sister back, the one I've known since we were born and grew up with. Now that those problems are gone, Rachel is lighter,
KaelThe photo of Sarah with the Formula One driver was nothing more than just that, a photo and nothing more, according to the information I gathered from the team I hired to monitor the Mitchell sisters' lives. After my outburst of anger against my assistant, Ryan assured me they were just part of the same team. Even though Sarah got her job at the Dutch racing team through Enrico Bianchi, they had no contact outside the team's executive offices.That eased my mind, especially when it was confirmed that the photo was merely a formality, a promotional shot of the driver with team members. Sarah happened to be one of those selected to pose alongside the three-time champion, who was arrogant and, I'd say, quite obnoxious.I did my homework by conducting a brief investigation into Enrico Bianchi and found out he was the man Rachel ended up sleeping with the day before the deal was sealed through the auction. Enrico ended up inadvertently helping me with my plan by spending the night wit
RyanI left Kael's office and, after briefly greeting Marta, his secretary and my greatest ally in handling the numerous demands of the Anglo-X CEO, I headed for the elevator. Some intuition was telling me that the information provided by the tracker installed in Mary's car wasn't true, and I wouldn't be fully satisfied until I was absolutely sure of that.The walls were closing in around me, and I was seriously considering submitting my resignation and leaving Seattle. Although I loved my biological family, lately, the feeling of not belonging there and actually being a stranger among them was consuming me. Except for Sarah, they were all selfish and extremely petty, willing to cross boundaries to satisfy their own desires. I didn't feel comfortable condoning such behavior, even if they were blood relatives.The memories of my adoptive mother were always present. She was always a generous and loving woman to me, prioritizing my well-being and comfort, even if it meant sacrificing her
SarahIn my humble opinion, Enrico's strategy wasn't yielding results, something I had warned about from the beginning. However, if he wanted to persist in this nonsense, I wasn't going to try to convince him otherwise.The truth is, I was even enjoying pretending to date a Formula One driver. Besides enjoying the perks he insisted I have, I discovered that behind the cynical facade and sarcastic demeanor, Enrico was a fun person.While having breakfast together, Hillary was actually commenting on this fun side of Bianchi."I don't understand why he always tries to maintain that jerk facade when he's actually such a sweetheart, isn't he?" she said."I believe he doesn't want people to see him as a kind person, Hillary. It wouldn't be good for his image to be labeled that way. You should understand that better than anyone since you're responsible for managing that aspect of the team," I pointed out the obvious.Hillary sighed as if she were tired of the situation, and I became curious
KaelI spent the entire flight from Seattle to London trying to convince myself that I was only traveling across the ocean to negotiate the multimillion-dollar investment deal with the Italian racing team in person and not to be closer to Sarah.Of course, all the flight hours weren't enough for me to achieve that feat, and upon arriving at the hotel that Ryan had booked for our stay, I was just a hair's breadth away from going out in search of the woman who had been haunting my thoughts since our first encounter."At what time is the meeting scheduled with Cecati's executives?" I asked my insubordinate assistant."I've scheduled a business lunch, and after that, a visit to the team headquarters," he said, while checking something on his laptop.
SarahI was finishing getting ready when the doorbell rang, and I deduced it was Enrico because he had suggested a "romantic" dinner tonight at a trendy restaurant that was quite popular among the rich and famous.He wanted us to be seen in public, and preferably, the press would release photos of us together, in a romantic atmosphere, because that way he could grab Rachel's attention.I didn't refuse to do what he wanted for several reasons, one of which was knowing that it wouldn't bother my sister at all, and because I really wanted to leave the house, do something different, as since I arrived in London, my life has been limited to work and home.Hillary didn't like going out and would trade any outing for a tub of ice cream, a bowl of popcorn, and TV. It didn't mat
KaelUpon realizing that the man who had exited the Ferrari and was heading towards the building where Sarah lived was Enrico Bianchi, the pilot she was dating, I was overcome by emotion once again, even though I was certain that what I was doing was not right. Today, they wouldn't have the evening they had planned. I instructed the taxi driver to follow them closely. I wasn't the least bit concerned that they might notice they were being followed.After a few minutes of driving, I felt a certain relief when I realized that the couple's destination was just an upscale restaurant in an elitist neighborhood of London. In a hurry, I paid the driver and headed to the restaurant's entrance. Soon, I was questioned by the hostess if I had a reservation, something I obviously didn't have. Nothing that the power of money couldn't solve.Minutes later, I was comfortably seated at a table near Sarah and her companion. I hadn't even placed my order when Sarah noticed my presence, looking around a