Chapter IX - "You won't get rid of me..."

                                    

                                          
07.Mar – A big day at  "Ferrari" hometown
I had the opportunity to speak with Carlos for a couple of seconds after the race, then he was called for the post – race interviews. I promised to wait for him, but while peacefully sitting at the Media center, Fred ran across me. After a short conversation about the race, he told me that given to my condition earlier today, it's better for me to go home. Then Vasseur freed me of duties related to the team from now on and my story at Scuderia Ferrari officially came to an end. Without a contract, without payment for the work done, only with good impressions and memories from my staying at Bahrain. Well, except the race day... It was an actual disaster.
I flight back to Modena with the first plane from Bahrain, because Vasseur's assistant has booked my tickets that way. I expected to burst out into tears during the travel, but I didn't even cry at all, actually I haven't got any emotions. Seeing the city lights from a bird's eye view brought me a relief, rather than sadness. My mind and soul were empty. I was so heartbroken after seeing both drivers ruined. I knew their last season was tough, but I couldn't help them even if I wanted to... 
The team principles have decided. They don't need me anymore. It was such a joke. I mean, what I was going to write at my CV? "Almost worked for Scuderia Ferrari for two weeks"? Mamma mia! That sounds so unprofessional. Who was going to believe me?! At least I had some Ferrari branded clothes and memories from a good accommodation stay at a destination which I wasn't going to visit by my self anyway.
But some tears from anger and frustration fell down from my eyes, the minute I crossed the threshold of my apartment in Modena. I was so powerless, I just wanted to help the people who are in need, but I wasn't an engineer, not a mechanic either... or a car part manufacture. I was a simple girl, with a simple dream – to be recognized as a person who knows what to do with their work.
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And that's how the days had passed. More precisely a day and half. It took me that time to accept the failure on the race and to start blaming myself and my stupid temper for not getting the contract. If only I was more obedient, maybe the headmasters were going to like me. Oh, maybe they have already found someone with more experience, who is more docile than me.
I was lying on the couch at my livingroom, blankly staring at the chandelier hanging from the white celling. I was trying to count the crystals on it but every time I reached the number 16, my eyes were filling with tears. The "lack of feelings" phase has gone and now I was slowly sliding into depression, singing Sia's songs. 
Then my phone rang. I waited for it to stop, but the person was very insistent. I looked confused at the table where my mobile was and slightly stand up from the couch. It was strange for me to hear my ringtone because I wasn't expecting any calls. I picked up the phone.
-        Lissa, how are you, young lady?
I jumped out of my place when I heard the voice of Frederic Vasseur on the other line. 
-        Mister Vasseur? – I asked shocked.
-        Just Fred – he replied. – How are you, Lissa? Why weren't you at the plane yesterday?
-        Because of your incompetent employees – I hissed. – By the way, have you forgotten that you freed me from engagements for the Scuderia?
-        Oh, yeah I meant only for the night then...
And again, my stupid temper... I should have stopped but I couldn't. These potty games – I was sick of them.
-        Vasseur why do you call me? – I asked annoyed. – You kicked me out twice, without even having a contract for you. What should I expect if I have one?