Lando became a journalist in 2019. He had made it quickly in the journal The Times with his best friends George Russell and Alexander Albon. He had a few coworker like Carlos Sainz Jr or even Daniel Ricciardo and it was fun but then he climbed to being one of the main reporter. There he met his new coworker Oscar Piastri. Oscar was nice not gonna lie but Lando didn't think they would be friend. Oscar was nice and kind but well everything was always clean on his desk and he seemed pretty stucked up. So Lando didn't care anymore. He knew some rumors about Oscar having a crush but Lando was a player. He didn't care about it. Yes, he still had a low self esteem of himself and sometimes it was very to hard to not just feel like he could do better. Like he could be better and didn't deserve to be here.

Today, Lando had had a bit of fun with someone called Aaron- perhaps ?- and it had been fun. He knew he wasn't supposed to have sex in his office since he was sharing it with Oscar but ugh Aaron was nice and a quiet secretary. Too quiet perhaps. Lando liked loud anyway. He opened his laptop and looked at his blank Word text. He watched back what he was supposed to write. A case about a murderer who had been caught. Easy no ? He sighed and looked outside watching the snow falling down outside with the Christmas lights that would be lighted this evening. He couldn't wait to come and see them.