𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢┃ Charles Leclerc┃

Chapter Ten - The Attack

As I placed my phone in my pocket and stepped into the paddock at the Jeddah Grand Prix, the air crackled with anticipation. The distant echoes of engines being tested and the subtle scent of rubber on the tarmac filled my senses, reminding me of my pending thrilling journey. The sun blazed overhead, casting a golden hue over the sleek, futuristic machines lined up, waiting to embrace the challenge of the track.

My heart raced in sync with the revving engines as I walked towards my team's garage. The vibrant energy of the Formula 1 circus surrounded me, a symphony of voices speaking in different languages, each communicating the same passion for speed and victory.

The Saudi Arabian coastline formed a stunning backdrop, a sight that contrasted with the meticulous focus within the racing world. As I approached my car, I felt a surge of excitement mixed with a tinge of nerves.

Slipping into my racing suit, I was enveloped by the familiar embrace of adrenaline and determination. The click of my helmet securing into place echoed the final moments before the dance of precision and speed began. The roar of the engine reverberated through my body as I eased onto the track for the first practice session.

The Jeddah street circuit presented a unique challenge, with its combination of high-speed straights and technical corners. Every bend, every elevation change, demanded absolute focus and finesse. As I navigated the track, each corner felt like a puzzle waiting to be solved, a rhythm waiting to be mastered.

The sheer thrill of hurtling through the streets at mind-boggling speeds was an exhilarating rush. The car responded to my every command, becoming an extension of myself. With each lap, I pushed the limits, feeling the surge of G-forces and the thrill of speed coursing through my veins.

The sun began its descent, casting elongated shadows across the track, signaling the end of the day's practice. As I steered my car back into the garage, a mix of excitement and determination fuelled my spirit. The Jeddah Grand Prix awaited, and I was ready to embrace the challenge, to race against the clock and fellow drivers in pursuit of glory on this electrifying circuit.

As I stepped out of the vehicle, the adrenaline of the practice session still surged within me, a blend of excitement and focus that lingered even as I removed my helmet. But that day was different. That day, the air crackled with an electric buzz, a palpable surge of energy that told me something out of the ordinary awaits.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I was enveloped by a whirlwind of noise and motion. A sea of fans rushed towards me, their enthusiasm a tidal wave impossible to ignore. Cameras flashed incessantly, capturing every moment of this spontaneous frenzy.

Their voices, a chorus of excitement, blended into an indistinguishable roar. They clamoured for attention, their outstretched arms holding memorabilia, flags, and anything with my team's logo, all begging for a signature, a handshake, or even just a glimpse.