Against all odds

Chapter 16

I overtook the first Mercedes by lap 47 and closed in on Hamilton. I got DRS by lap 51 and overtook in turn 12 of the same lap. The rest of the race I spent defending my second place and managed to pull away a little in the last lap. As I approached the finish line, I went onto the radio again: "How does that chicken dinner sound?"

"Sounds good. Whos paying?" Simon joked.

"Max is. Hes P1 right?" I laughed.

"He is. Thank you for this great race. You were on fire today. P20 to P2 is an exceptional achievement. Congratulations Alex." Simon congratulated me.

"Thank you, guys, for the great work. The car was amazing, and I couldnt have done it without you lot." I said as I drive a cooldown lap.

"Well see you behind the board with the big two on it." Simon stated.

I stopped the car behind the board and climbed out just to be greeted with a hug from Max.

"They told me what happened! That was killer. Im going to have to watch these overtakes." He congratulated me.

"Thanks Max. You didnt do too bad yourself!"

We hugged the team and after we weighed ourselves, we went to the cooldown area where we met Lewis.

"Good race." I shook his hand, he just nodded.

"Long time no see up here." Max said.

"Yeah. Azerbaijan didnt go too well for the both of us." The brit agreed.

"It went good for her." Max addressed.

"Yeah, it wasnt too bad. I would have been in first if I didnt have an issue with the breaks." He gloats.

"Thats why she overtook you today wasnt it? She isnt a very good driver and after passing you held you off like a pro." You could feel the rivalry in the air.

"Leave it. Both of you." I hissed

"Oh, you dont have the right to tell me what to do!" Lewis clearly got angry and got in my face.

"If you dont get out of my face this instant and calm your tits you and I will have a big problem." I answered calmly.

"Oh, what are you going to do about it smartass? Call your Daddy? Let him buy you another Luis Vitton purse to cheer you up? Tell Christian or your big protector Mick? I bet you give him head regularly. He couldnt stand you otherwise." He laughed without moving.

"You get away from her this instant or you and I will have to take this outside." Max put himself between Lewis and I facing the brit.

Grabbing the back if his suit I pulled him out of my way: "As much as I appreciate your support Max. I can fight my own battles. Now first of you leave Mick out of this or we will have a serious problem and if you do that, I wont be the tricky part to deal with, every interviewer you speak to for the next months is going to ask you about this interaction. Everyone is going to ask the same stupid questions and then you will have to explain to them how much you hate women in the racing industry. How much of a sexist you are? Sure, some of your followers will forgive your behaviour but all of them are going to see how much of an asshole you are. If you want that please be my guest." I smiled at him trying to stay calm on the surface and keeping my voice calm and steady.

The man in front of me just snorted but turned away regardless. I tried to get my mind away from wanting to punch him as Max turned to me: "You good?

"Can I hit him?" I whispered.

"No punching today or any time soon. Sorry."

"Really?", I asked hope still lacing my tone, "What if I just break his nose a little?" I made puppy eyes.