Daniel Joseph Ricciardo

"You need to tell me where she went," Daniel said in a desperate voice.

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't. She asked me not to tell anyone," the receptionist replied.

"I beg you... We fought because she felt rejected. But she doesn't know that she's the love of my life," he said, his voice breaking.

The receptionist sighed, saw the despair in her eyes, and told her.

"She went home," he whispered, leaning on the counter.

"God... Thank you. Book the first flight for me."