When Cassiopeia was born there were tidal waves of falling stars. Her grandmother, being superstitious, had said the girl's future would be swift and dangerous, but no one never really believed grandma's dramatic speeches about fate.
So everyone brushed it off as another pandemonium of superstitious foolishness.
When Cassiopeia was twelve years old she had already taught herself the most interesting bits of mathematics, successfully memorized all the constellations and had designed her own car. When she was asked the reason she was learning too many things she simply said she was bored and most kids in her class at school were completely indifferent to her.
Now, at twenty-nine years old, Cassiopeia Rochester had finished her second PhD, awarded by the president, and had landed herself with meticulous persuasion the CEO position at Mercedes. Life was moving into a perfect sequence.
That was until that one day she was studying the economics of the company and came upon that mysterious name.
Cassiopeia popped the pen a few times, glaring at the name with contempt. Really? Who were they kidding? Maybe the previous ass who sat in her seat didn't particularly care about something as trivial as economics, but Cassiopeia did and her interest was piqued.
She picked up the phone and called her PA. "Where's the next Grand Prix?" She asked, not bothering with formalities.
Amanda sighed, they had been discussing the race a few minutes ago, but Cassiopeia being well Cassiopeia had not been paying attention. "In two days at France."
"Perfect. We are going there. I am going to have words with one of our investments."
"I don't get you."
Cassiopeia rolled her eyes. "You don't have to. You'll just stand there and follow my requests."
"More like Gestapo orders."
"Wait, aren't you German? Don't you guys like that stuff?"
"Very funny."
"Thank you. Oh, call home. I want my stuff prepared and on the plane and a digitalised version of the contract."
"What contract?"
"Wasn't that the guy you were salivating over last week?"
"Cassie," Amanda sounded worried about the possible outcome of this situation.
"You got it," Cassiopeia chuckled. "Lewis effing Hamilton."
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