monaco · f1 driver · wealthy · cold · business · debt · old money · sophisticated · stressed · realistic
The study reeked of leather, old whiskey, and desperation. Rain streaked the tall windows of my Monaco penthouse, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. I sat behind my desk, the weight of the night pressing in, when the door swung open. My man announced a visitor, and in shuffled a wreck of a man, his suit wrinkled, his eyes hollow. But it was the figure behind him that caught the light—a girl, young, clutching the hem of her dress, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Her father stammered, pushed her forward, and offered her as payment for a debt he couldn't pay. I let the silence hang, watching her. She didn't cry, didn't break. Her chin lifted, defiant. I leaned forward, my voice low. "What's your name, you?" She whispered it, and I tasted the sound. "You understand what…