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watch the race if we take the piss too much.’
    ‘Okay, okay, I’m coming.’ I desperately want to stay and see if Will can win back pole position when he next goes out, but I guess we’ll have to wait for news after the event.
    Frederick isn’t even in the kitchen when we return and I can’t help but feel grumpy. I wasn’t that bothered about the racing last season, so it’s funny how much more riveting it’s become since Will joined the team. Holly ignores my mood and gets on with loading canapés onto a silver tray.
    ‘Are you coming?’ she asks me, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. ‘You know you can watch it while you work, yeah?’
    I completely forgot about the big screen in the hospitality area. I hurriedly load up my own tray with kangaroo kebabs and mini burgers.
    As we approach the overexcited guests we realise that Luis has just scored pole position and Will is out on the track completing his last lap. I can’t hold the tray steady and no one’s interested in food at the moment anyway, so I pull back and focus on Will as he speeds around the final corner on to the pit straight. Can he do it?
    YES!
    Everyone cheers as he swipes pole back from under his teammate’s wheels, leaving us with a one/two start tomorrow. For two new drivers and a team that usually ranks fourth or fifth in the championship, this result is outstanding.
    I’m on edge as I wait for the drivers and team to return to the hospitality area. Frederick has instructed us to make sure champagne flows freely throughout the afternoon and evening and I’m just hoping that Will is going to join us for the celebrations. I soon spot him outside talking to the press along with Luis and Simon, but then I’m distracted with work and when I look back, all three of them have gone.
    ‘Off for a post-qualifying meeting, I guess,’ Holly says, reading my mind.
    I plaster a smile on my face and carry on with work, while waiting for them to return. When Luis emerges my heart lifts, but there’s no sign of his team-mate, and hours later when we finally call it quits for the night, I go to bed feeling oddly flat.

 
Chapter 3
     
    ‘That was Kylie Minogue!’ Holly excitedly points outside the garages.
    ‘Come on, let’s stalk her!’
    It’s race day and the buzz is electrifying. All our most important sponsors are in the pits and Frederick has allowed some of his crew to watch the start. The build-up is just as exciting as the actual race because there are gazillions of celebrities and camera crews traipsing around. Holly and I really want to see who else we can spot aside from Kylie, so we squeeze our way through all the people to get to the pit wall. The drivers and their cars are already lined up in their positions on the starting grid, but earlier they took part in a parade around the track on the back of a truck, and we could hear horns and whistles blowing from far away as they passed thousands of cheering spectators in the grandstands.
    I look for Will, but only catch a glimpse of his car at the very front. Luis’s bright green helmet comes into view and I realise he’s surrounded by grid girls having their picture taken with him. What an idiot. Grid girls – or brolly dollies – are the models who stand on the grid holding umbrellas to keep the drivers out of the sun. Sometimes they just hold placards with the start numbers on them. It doesn’t surprise me that Luis is lapping up all the attention he can get from them; most of the drivers do. I spot Emilio Rizzo, an Italian driver in his mid-thirties, pretending to grab one of the girl’s boobs.
    ‘That’ll be nice for his wife,’ Holly comments, seeing what I’m seeing. ‘Crazy flirt, that one.’
    Most of the drivers have got wives or girlfriends. I’ve seen a fair few since I’ve been working here. Some of them are supermodel-stunning – in fact, Benni Fischer from Germany is going out with quite a famous actress – but others are just nice, normal girls. Almost