Lost and Found

Chapter 1

"Thank you for waiting for me, I have a sick kid at home, so I had a bit of delay." Olivier nodded and they started the meeting.

"So, this Thursday, Camille and Sara will leave for the UK and will be there until next Wednesday, after that, Sara I want you to start the preparations for our June edition. You will be having a chat with Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris, two formula one drivers." Sara nodded. She was familiar with the names. Carlos Sainz, the Spaniard, the adult figure in the McLaren lineup. Lando Norris, the young Brit who over time had been tipped as the next Lewis Hamilton and an absolute child. But together, they made a fine pairing.

The meeting ended with the announcement of the time and date for the next meeting and everyone left the room, either going to their desk or the kitchen for some more coffee. Sara and Camille found themselves back at their desks.

"Your friend was a formula one driver right?" Camille asked and Sara nodded. "Do you know those two drivers already then?" This time, Sara shook her head.

"No, Pierre and Anthoine are the only two drivers I know. I have met more, but those were their teammates. We said hi, nothing more." Sara's phone lit up. "Speaking of the devil."

Anthoine: Hey, heard you were going to go to London, shall we meet up for an afternoon? It's a bit of a drive, but well worth it to see you again.

Sara smiled. Anthoine was ready to start racing in formula two with Arden and therefore was in England. She hadn't seen him in well over two months.

Sara: Hey, I would like that, we would have to see how our schedules fit together, but I'm positive we will find a way.

"Awe, which one of them is it?" Camille had her chin on her hands and grinned up at the Belgian.

"Anthoine, now don't get any ideas, he has a girlfriend. To top that off, he is thinking of proposing to her." Camille raised both hands in defence.

"Didn't say a thing." Sara rolled her eyes.

"But you wanted to. I know you well enough to know that." Sara returned to her computer, editing the notes she had made of the meeting.

"Can you send me the notes?" Sara nodded. Camille wasn't one to make notes but always asked for them. Sara had gotten used to it over time. She made sure to always mail them to Camille and because she was so careful not to miss anything in her notes, the personal notes for Camille and other co-workers were in there as well.

For Camille that was great, but other co-workers often got a bit annoyed whenever Sara would point them on things they were yet to do. However, in the end, it would work out well and everyone never really got too upset about it as they would be complimented for good work in meetings, thanks to her.

"But don't you miss having someone with you?" Camille asked curiously. It was no secret that Sara and Noah had been together for years and suddenly Sara was on her own.

"I don't, now if you don't mind, I'd like to get to the notes you asked for." Despite not regretting deforcing Noah, it was a difficult subject when it would get personal for different reasons. Camille nodded and they returned to their jobs at hand. They both had plenty to do before their departure and they needed to have it all done. They couldn't leave it until their return to Paris.

When the clock finally stroke five, Sara took her phone and put it on vibration. During work, she always had it fully turned off to make sure she wouldn't get distracted. For important work calls, she had a different phone, which she always had on her and had her ringtone on.

With her notebook and laptop in her bag as well, she picked it up.

"Cami, I am going home." She looked at her friend, a tired smile playing on her lips. " I'll email you the final script for our stay in London when I've made the final touches tonight."

"I'll see it in the morning then. I'm going out on a date tonight, so I won't have time to look at it." Sara nodded.

"Have fun then." She took her bag and left. She got into the elevator and took her phone out to check the message she had received while she was talking to Camille. She had felt it vibrate in her bag but didn't want to check it while still standing at the desk. She knew very well that she would be asked to do some things if she would have stayed there one more moment. She would appear to have no social life.

It wasn't really untrue, since deforcing her husband, her social life had gotten a lot calmer, but Sara didn't really mind. She went shopping with Camille – one of her closest friends – and spent hours and hours at home, reading or drawing. A cup of tea within reach and a cat on her lap.

Anthoine: Just let me know, I should be able to get away somewhere, especially later during the day. We'll make it work. No way I am going to let you go back home without seeing you.

Sara: I'll send you my agenda for the trip so you can see when it fits you best.

Anthoine: Perfect.

When the elevator came to a halt, Sara stepped out and soon stood outside of the building. Feeling the raindrops, she quickly got back inside. She quickly searched through her bag and then scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Ow." Sara hated rain. She didn't even like the sound of raindrops against a window, something most people found to be a soothing sound. As a child, Sara used to sleep on the highest floor of the house, having the rain always hammering down on the roof and windows, annoying her to bits. "Why do I always have an umbrella in my bag, but when it rains, I don't." With a groan, Sara stepped into the rain again. She walked as quickly as she could but by the time she got to the tube which would take her home, she was already soaked. To make matters worse, the tube was already almost full and Sara had to squeeze in, clutching her bag to her chest.

She awkwardly smiled at the man standing beside her and then locked her eyes on her hands, holding onto a chair to stabilise herself. She hated the tube almost as much as she hated the rain. Sara had been looking for apartments closer to work for a little but none fit her demands or her budget.

When Sara left the tube, the rain had slowed down. It made it more bearable to walk the final part home, but Sara's teeth were already clattering from the cold. It would be another ten minutes of walking before she would be in the warmth and comfort of her apartment.

When she closed the door behind her, she immediately took off her wet coat and pants. She knew she had a load of clean clothes in the living room, waiting to be folded. It would contain her sweatpants.

"I'm home." As Sara had expected, the pants were in there and she quickly put them on to then tie her hair up in a bun. "Hey, kitty." She greeted the grey cat, circling around her feet. "I had such a long day. But all of the final preparations are done, so tomorrow I'll be home earlier." She picked up the car and chuckled at the loud purring. "You are such a spoiled princess, I better tell the neighbours to take very good care of you or you might kill them. You are such a diva." The cat closed her eyes and continued to purr, unable to understand the words. "I'm going to miss you."