Though I smiled when he completely ignored her, nodding at our boss instead and leaving her awkwardly hanging.
“Hey, it’s Zsófia, right?”
I looked up to see Zolt’s near double. He looked a few years older and was a few inches shorter, but he still towered over me.
And I was five-foot-nine.
“I go by Fia,” I said. “You’re Benedek?”
He nodded, and before he could talk, I said, “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was… not well.”
Smiling, he pulled some papers out of his satchel.“And are you feeling better now?”
Arguably worse?“Yes, thank you.”
“I was hoping you could translate these,” he said and handed me a file. “My spoken English is okay, but I need someone with qualifications to translate these.”
I pulled out the first sheet, just enough to scan a few paragraphs. Zoltán’s name was everywhere, with details about his crash.
He’d been transported to a Hungarian facility as soon as he’d woken from his coma in France.
“It’s his medical clearance. StormSprint needs them.”
“Before he races? In an hour?” I flicked through what had to be thirty pages of medically rich Hungarian. A lot of the words I didn’t know.
He shook his head with a light laugh. “No. Of course not. A couple of weeks? Maybe for Imre’s party?”
My eyes narrowed on the work. “How is he going to race without the directors seeing this?”
Benedek tapped his nose. “The family name gets us so far. Being a Farkas and all that. You know who Simon Farkas is, right?”
If it weren’t for his passing last year, I would have rolled my eyes. “Yes. I met him multiple times.”
“So you’d know why we’re here then.”
I took a deep breath. I was sure people referred to my sister and me as getting into StormSprint through our dad, and there might be some truth to it, but at least I didn’t brag about it.
“Just look over the first page and tell Julian Marchetti and Patrick that he has the all clear; that wouldbe enough.”
“Now?”
He shrugged. “At some point in the next hour. It’s just here.”
The sentence he pointed at explained how he was medically clear to race. It was so painfully disorganised.
How was he even here without this being confirmed? Translated?
“StormSprint must have done their own checks,” I mumbled.
“Of course,” Benedek said. “But they wanted clearance from his rehabilitation, too.”
I placed the file in my locker, leaving out the first page, and closed it louder than I should have. “I’m just a translator. How am I meant to find the director of StormSprint?”
“I’m sure he’ll come to you. Or Zolt will go with you. It’s in his best interests for Julian to know, or he can’t race.”
Great.Mission Detect Director with my favourite accomplice.
I glanced over at him just as Patrick walked away, and he turned to Nora.
