THE F1 FORBIDDEN TUTOR

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ght outside my bedroom window. At first I thought it was

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arm clock. But, my alarm clock showed six o'clock in the morning, which w

ed toward the front door... not m

ecting at the

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l man in a black suit and shiny leather

t th

at parked behind him, looking completely out

le checking his wristwatch. "I am Thomas, Mr. Sterling's personal drive

ar my blurry vision. Maybe I was still in th

replied politely, opening the rear door of the glossy vehicle

ropped i

dered what kind of lost lunatic was

my

's r

ad accepted without hesitation. But nobody mentioned anything

t be s

canvas bag, my notebook, and the quickest outfit I could find: a s

finitely no

of it,

anxiety later, I stiffly climbe

felt that moving was going to damage such good leather. Smooth music played softly through

indow. It was so...beautiful from in here. Anne woul

up onto the tarmac next to a white jet

have I been hallucinating

nd blinked

ble stairs, wearing a grey suit with his dark hair styled pe

served, watching me step out of the c

I thought Caleb said he wanted help on his music. Couldn't you have brought hi

already marching up the metal stairs. Instead, a man I

illian,

, creeped out by

aly, first," Drake explained, turning around in th

n the handle. "W

seem pleased that I was making him talk more than required. "I have to be at the branch company

plane. Wow. Everything here smelled like fresh money, luxury and good etiquette. It would be

a big sip of the coffee. Lowkey, it was the b

t for a practice run?" I scoffe

ck what looked like financial reports while the jet engine started to hum be

.

om the back bedroom of the jet,

ering if he heard me snappi

buttocks next to me. He held up a textbook that was

d thud. "Drake is going to force me to quit racing if I fail this theory test. M

Sterling brother

weird and