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McLaren Technology Center's Café, Woking GU21 4YH, UK
On the 14th of February 2023. Still, a month preceding the commencement of the F1 season and the first week and the second day officially commencing Ivez's Internship.
Ivez
In the hushed rhythm of a slowed world, a quiet gasp escaped me as time seemed to stretch into a suspended moment. SPLASH! My hand instinctively rose to cover my mouth, my eyes widening at the stain now marking the shirt of the person I inadvertently collided with.
A quiet exclamation of frustration echoed within me. Life's delicate balance had taken an unforeseen twist, prompting a muttered "Shit!!!" as I scrambled to comprehend how I found myself entangled in this unexpected scenario.
30 minutes earlier...
"Jensen, we're on the brink of launching the new model, and now you're informing me about supply chain issues? This is unacceptable!" Lucia, the brand manager, expressed her frustration over the phone. I, in the corner of the room, wished I had walked in at a better time and tried to look elsewhere, diverting my attention.
"Our reputation is on the line! We can't afford any setbacks. Why wasn't this addressed earlier? Time is of the essence! Get everyone on board, find a solution, and ensure a smooth launch. No more excuses! If Zak is on my case again for something beyond my responsibility, you'll be gone for good!" Lucia slammed her phone down, seemingly noticing me once more.
Her eyebrows raised upon recognizing my presence. "Oh, Vael... what brings you here?" She cleared her throat, readjusting herself as if the intense phone call hadn't just happened.
"Uh, yeah, Charlotte sent me to deliver some paperwork from HQ since they're short-staffed. That's why I'm here," I explained, hoping to move past the earlier scene.
