Chapter 1
George was tired and fed up. As he stormed back to the Mercedes garage after another unsuccessful qualifying session. He was disappointed. He had trained so hard to gain his space at Mercedes, as one of the first of the Mercedes Junior Team to become a part of Mercedes AMG Petronas. He had been expecting to be fighting for the wins every weekend, but this is what they provided him to drive, a literal tractor. A starting place of 7th was not good enough for Mr Saturday; however, it was better than where his teammate had qualified in 9th!
George walked to the back of his garage and through a maze of white walls, until he finally reached his driver room. A simple room with a black leather couch, an office desk and chair, along with a cupboard for all his racing gear. He pulled off his Schumacher inspired red helmet and threw it accross the floor and fell back onto his sofa. Simultaneously Cara (his PA) walked into his room and bore the brunt force of George's helmet being thrown.
Cara surveyed the driver room of her boss in surprise, she didn't like what she was seeing. George was curled up on his sofa, his face full of misery, he looked weak and tired. She walked back out of the room and closed the door quietly and left to get him a bottle of water - which was all he was currently allowed due to the strict dietary requirements - and some Tiger Balm for his back. The team had still not figured out a way to fix the porpoising that the car was experiencing and it was starting to take a toll on both the driver's backs.
She returned back to the door, opening it to find George fast asleep on the sofa, still in his race suit. Her instincts prevailed as she decided he would sleep better if he wasn't in that sweaty suit. She closed the door and walked up to the sleeping driver and started to slowly remove his heavily sponsored racing boots. After she had prised them off, she started to work on the suit, she steadily unzipped his suit and pulled it off his shoulders and down to his waist and eventually down by his ankles. She pulled the suit off both of his feet, she had done it and without waking him up! Cara lifted up his fireproof top and slowly started to rub the Tiger Balm on George's back, applying the cream in a smooth figure eight.
Cara stopped for a split second when George looked like he was beginning to stir, she carried on applying the balm on his back and noticed whe she applied it on his lower back. The slumbering driver winced, obviously this was still causing him pain while he rested. Cara felt sick to her stomach for causing her driver more pain than he was already in. She had always had a crush on the driver, ever since seeing him race at Williams. So when he moved to Mercedes it was like a dream come true! She stepped out of the room again and went to fetch a blanket, returning to find her driver still fast asleep. She draped it over him and found herself staring at how vulnerable he looked.
Cara began to tidy up his room, hanging up his race suit, making his desk neat, placing his helmet back in the cupboard and was surprised when she turned around to see George's eyes start to open and close, his long luscious eyelashes fluttering. A clear sign he was waking up. She walked over and knelt down at the side of his sofa, he saw her, and a smile spread across his face.
