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Chapter 27-chess and Jets

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                I wake up to the loud sound of my phone alarm. I throw the covers off me and head straight to the bathroom. A quick shower, hair tied back, face washed, teeth brushed. I change into a hoodie and leggings, something comfortable for the flight. I double-check my bag passport, phone, chargers, everything in place. In the kitchen, I make a fast cup of coffee and eat a banana.

At seven, I grab my suitcase, lock the door, and head out. Carlos invited me to fly back to Monaco with them and I couldn't say no. Almost every driver who lives there will be on the jet: Lando, Carlos, Lewis, Charles, Pierre and George. The flight will be a couple of hours, so not too long. I still feel bad about yesterday and I plan to apologize at some point during the flight. I just need to find the right time.

I decide to take a taxi alone to the runway. I get into a taxi and tell him to drive to the airport. After about 30 minutes we arrive. I pay and tip the driver before I get out and grab my stuff. I put a hat and sunglasses on as I walk to the Jet. I see everyone standing around the stairs of the Jet. I spot everyone near the stairs, just standing around like they're waiting for something.

I see Kika first and walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her in a quick hug. She turns, smiling as she hugs me back.

"Hey, Lily. How are you feeling?" she asks.

"I'm fine. Why?"

She shrugs. "Just asking."

I glance at the group. "Why is everyone standing out here?"

"We can't board yet. Carlos isn't here."

I raise an eyebrow. "Still running on his own time, huh?"

Kika nods, amused.

I take out my phone, open Instagram, and start posting something about the race.

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Thank you everyone for the support. A good weekend here, hopeful for the next.

A few minutes pass. No sign of Carlos. People are starting to get impatient, shifting their weight, checking their phones, glancing down the runway like he might just appear out of thin air.

Charles mutters something in French under his breath. George kicks at a pebble on the tarmac. Lando's got his headphones in and looks like he's in his own world.

Then finally, a black SUV pulls up.

Carlos steps out with his usual grin, like he's arriving fashionably late to some red carpet event. Everyone starts slow clapping. He lifts his arms like he's soaking it all in.

"You're welcome," he says.

"Mate, you said five minutes," George says, shaking his head.

Carlos shrugs. "I lost my passport."

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