Chapter 2 Breathe, Grace
The F1 races require traveling to various countries throughout the year, and when the racing season arrives, the whole team flies around the world.
During the winter, there is usually an off-season, and the entire team resides at the headquarters of the Ferrari team in Italy.
Grace lives here, with an Italian girl.
The girl's name is Chloe, and the house was left to her by her parents, so naturally she doesn't mind bringing boys home often.
Grace sometimes listens to the sounds from the next room while pleasuring herself with small toys.
After pleasuring herself, she wraps herself tightly in the blanket, completely naked. The immense emptiness often overwhelms her, and she silently sheds tears with closed eyes.
Having come to Italy alone to pursue her graduate studies, she has never regretted it.
She took step by step to move away from the broken village. Her two older sisters went to work early on, and her younger brother was the family's treasure.
She was caught in the middle, feeling awkward.
The word "mother" is always unfamiliar to her. At home, she is like a silent presence. Her existence becomes particularly noticeable when her father is abusive.
And her father, the first thing that comes to Grace's mind is always "cold." Her father is cold, distant, and lacks warmth.
Although she has had boyfriends, when she gathered the courage to talk about her family, she was defeated by reality.
"I thought you were..."
Sara said, "You look like a carefree and wealthy young lady."
They had the wrong expectations.
Grace fell into confusion and stagnation.
Sara was the first friend she made in this circle.
At first, Sara only taught her how to go on dates. Finding clean and decent men to seek some warmth and strong embraces.
Temporarily losing her troubles in intense climax, not allowing herself to fall completely.
Later, Grace started to become obsessed with long-term relationships, but she didn't want to find another boyfriend.
"You can try finding a master."
It was Sara who introduced her to this circle, opening the door to a new world for her.
Absolute control and absolute dependence.
Grace understood the spiritual significance of this, but couldn't find a master that suited her taste.
Sara said, "Sometimes not finding the most suitable master is also a kind of luck."
Grace asked, "Why do you say that?"
Sara replied, "Because you may become obsessed with a master, and a master will always be just a master."
Grace realized the existence of this dangerous situation, and because there were many graduations matter at that time, she left this circle.
But now, she is oppressed to her endthe extreme.
She needs to find someone powerful to share the burden with her.
A message from C came back to Grace within a minute of sending it.
Grace did not expect him to reply so quickly.
C said, "Hello, I am C."
Grace didn't mind giving out her name. Grace is a common and ordinary name. It's just that this person seems a bit guarded, only referring to himself as C.
But he could have easily used a fake name to deceive her, but he didn't.
He didn't want to be someone else.
After interpreting his words, Grace felt a subtle tingling sensation in her mind.
The person who said this sentence conveyed an undeniable sense of power between the lines.
Unlike her, who chose a new name to escape the shadows of her previous life and start a new one in Italy, but she is still herself.
Grace paused for a few seconds, preparing to reply when another message came through.
C: "I have work during the day today, can we chat for fifteen minutes at 8 pm? Is that okay?"
Grace's fingers, prepared to type, paused for a moment before swiftly responding: "That works."
After sending the message, she couldn't help but feel a slight sense of disappointment.
He wasn't enthusiastic, even though it was under the guise of work.
Grace stared at the screen for a few seconds, ready to put it down.
Then, another message came through.
"See you tonight."
Her breath caught, and her ears turned red.
It was like being slapped, before he gently touched her head.
Grace believed Sara didn't deceive her.
She hadn't even exchanged many words with him, but his name, his profile picture, his "see you tonight."
Even when using a request sentence, he seemed more like he was in control of everything.
He set the time and duration.
"Is that okay?" was just a display of his irresistible control over her.
Grace couldn't possibly say "no."
It was like when she faced Caesar.
She couldn't say no to anything Caesar said.
And it was Caesar again, causing Grace's body to instantly tense up.
Then, she quickly got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom to freshen up.
Because she felt that things were starting smoothly with her master, Grace's work today seemed exceptionally enthusiastic.
The offseason may not be as busy as the racing season, but due to Caesar's arrival, the entire team had been working at a fast pace with high intensity.
James said that Caesar had been busy lately with meetings with the aerodynamic team in the team, and t. There were rumors that he planned to poach the Red Bull team's aerodynamic chief engineer.
"Why not poach Verstappen (Red Bull driver) as well, that would make things easier," Grace chimed in.
Laughter filled the PR office, and James whispered, "I'll email this suggestion to Caesar and credit you."
Grace quickly pressed down on James's keyboard, "Spare me, James."
With a few brief jokes, everyone quickly got back to work.
In the afternoon, James received a call from Caesar.
The entire office fell unusually quiet when he answered the phone. Grace had an ominous feeling because James kept looking at her while he spoke.
After hanging up the call, James patted Grace's shoulder.
"Let's go, something's happened."
The one who had an accident was the current team driver, Charlie. He had broken his arm during a training session due to a mechanical mishap.
When a driver has an accident, the media naturally comes clamoring.
Ferrari was already going through a period of turmoil, with Caesar parachuting in and a change in management.
If the driver had another accident at this critical point, this season could very well be a write-off.
And this was Caesar's first season here.
Grace couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine the entire way.
In the most convenient spot for entering and exiting the parking lot, Caesar's car was parked.
The silver-gray Ferrari.
Grace sat in the front passenger seat, while James and Caesar sat in the back row.
Crisis PR was not solely Grace's responsibility; as an intern, she didn't have that much power.
In short, she was in charge of all the trivial record-keeping tasks.
For example, she was at Caesar's beck and call, recording the time and place of the very event, documenting Caesar and James' response plans, and quickly drafting a PR statement to be sent to the external media. Of course, James would make the final edits.
The car was on its way to the airport.
Charlie lived in Monaco, and tonight they were flying to Monaco first to check on Charlie's condition.
Upon arrival at the airport, they waited in the lounge for Caesar's private plane.
An airport staff member came to confirm the news; the plane would not be able to take off until nine o'clock in the evening due to air traffic control.
Caesar and James had already discussed the possible response plans in the car. As soon asWhen Grace sat down in the lounge chair, she immediately began making calls to Charlie's assistant and doctor to get updates on the situation.
Her hand never stopped recording the information from the phone on her notebook. After listening to all the information, Grace repeated what she had recorded until it was confirmed by the other party.
After nearly an hour of phone calls, she hung up and immediately reopened a document to write a concise and clear report of the recent information.
The lounge was quiet, with Caesar resting his eyes and James at a nearby table checking the online public opinion.
Grace typed quickly, but she always forgot to breathe.
When she was with Caesar, it felt like entering a vacuum.
She was afraid of making mistakes, even forgetting to breathe.
Grace forced herself not to overthink and quickly glanced through the document for errors before grabbing her computer and heading towards James.
"Grace."
However, the next second, Caesar's voice appeared behind her.
The lounge was heated, and she had taken off her coat because she was feeling hot, but now, because of Caesar's voice, she instantly fell into an icy abyss.
"Just give it to me directly," Caesar said.
He sat on a nearby leather armchair, crossed his legs, and the tight black pants outlined his long and powerful legs.
Now, he had taken off his black suit jacket and was only wearing a white shirt and waistcoat.
Grace's footsteps couldn't resist backing up and changing directions.
She handed him the notebook, and there was no other sofa for him to sit on, so Grace crouched beside him.
Caesar quickly read through the two-page report on Charlie's condition.
His slender fingers slid lightly on the touch screen in the center of the keyboard, and Grace forced herself not to look at his fingers.
However, soon Caesar's presence captured Grace's attention.
Grace always faintly smelled the scent of cologne on Caesar, but it had never been as close as this time.
It was frigid, like the trees buried deep beneath the winter snow. Walking in the snow, with each step, Grace felt a bone-chilling and icy cold sensation in her limbs.
Taking a deep breath, tThe moist and cold air reached corner of her body.
Unable to help herself, Grace held onto the armrest of the sofa.
It was at this moment that Caesar spoke:
"Your logical structure is good, but the report is lengthy and contains too many unnecessary details. This is not the kind of report that should be submitted to me."
Grace could only say, "I'm sorry, I..."
"I don't need your apologies, I only need your report," Caesar interrupted.
With that, he closed her notebook.
Only now did his gaze shift towards Grace.
She was wearing a fitted off-white turtleneck sweater, a gathering place of fashionable women in Italy. Even during winter, women liked to wear skirts that showed off their legs.
She was no exception.
Under the sweater, she wore a black pencil skirt that hugged her figure.
Her slender and long legs were exposed to the air, and she wore a pair of low-cut black high heels.
Simple, yet still eye-catching.
Caesar had heard the name Grace in the break room before. Beautiful English women were highly sought after in Italy.
But he had seen too many beautiful women.
Yet Grace...
Grace did not pick up her computer to return to her own sofa and revise the report. She remained squatting in place, only moving her notebook to the small coffee table beside Caesar, and began to carefully make revisions.
He sat on the sofa and looked down at her from above. Soft long hair covered most of her face, and he could only see her lightly pursed lips.
She was obedient.
But Caesar quickly averted his gaze and started to deal with the dense emails on his phone.
Grace handed the report to Caesar for the second time.
The two-page report had been reduced to half a page.
Caesar tore his attention away from his emails on his phone and started reading her report.
Grace unconsciously stopped breathing for the second time, her heart pounding frantically. She felt as if she could collapse at any moment.
"Grace," he suddenly called her name.
The notebook had been closed, and Grace looked at Caesar with a hint of unease.
He leaned back in his chair, his deep blue eyes fixed on her without wavering.
And she remained squatting by his leg.
Caesar said, "Breathe, Grace."
Grace felt as if she had been struck by lightning, completely losing the ability to breathe.
He straightened his body, even leaning closer to her position.
His tall figure almost enveloped Grace, and he looked at her saying:
"If you often find it difficult to breathe due to nervousness while working with me, I think you might not be suitable for this job."
His voice was like a thick, irresistible wool.
Long carpet, bringing a sense of suffocation along with the package.
Grace's face showed a slight soft blush due to lack of oxygen, and her black eyes seemed to have a moist gleam.
Caesar was quiet for a moment, and then said in a deep voice,
"Breathe, Grace."
An irresistible command.
Grace's body began to forcefully function again in his voice, she took a long breath, and then exhaled slowly.
"Good job, Grace."
Grace felt extremely ashamed, as regaining normal breathing shouldn't be praiseworthy.
However, the next second, Caesar added,
"I mean your report."