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14: No fucking clue

Max's point of view

I take my helmet off and place it down.

I'm starting P2 tomorrow, and all because of Vettel.

'Horner, who is starting where?', I walk towards him.

'You're starting P1, Charles P2 and I believe Carlos P3', he says.

'What? Where is Vettel starting?', I ask,

'Vettel is under investigation, maybe she won't start at all tomorrow', he whispers.

Yes! I'm starting P1! Finally something to make my father proud.

Still, I somehow can't describe a feeling inside me that just popped in.

Is it... pity?

'How? It wasn't my fault, my car wasn't working,' I ask.

'Exactly,  Maeve was going slowest, she should have braked and she didn't. She is being held accountable,' he says.

The feeling inside me increases

'Verstappen! Ready to start P2 tomorrow?', Maeve walks towards me.

'You haven't told her yet?', I ask Horner.

'Oh Max, I was just joking. But how could you both have done this to me? If anyone from the FIA was listening to your radio line you would have been punished very badly', he says,

The feeling slowly decreases, leaving only... emptiness.

No P1 to make my father proud.

'Christian, we didn't and no one was listening, we made sure of that. Now this will be an easy win tomorrow', Maeve says.

'Charles is P3, if you are not careful tomorrow you will be eaten alive, watch the fuck out okay?', Horner says.

'Yeah Christian, we understand', I say.

Christian walks away and I look at Maeve

I notice she was already looking at me

'That was so worth it', she says

'It was, but it was dangerous Vettel'.

'I know, I'm sorry for risking it', she whispers.

'Don't worry about it, really', I say and walk away.

Luciana's point of view

Maeve walks towards me.

'Babe you did great!', I tell her.

'Thank you, girl! Where is Sien?', she asks.

Do I really have to be the one to say this?

 'Okay don't get mad at me but she threw like a fucking tantrum when you, Max, and Lando had that... 'accident'.' I tell her.

She stares at me in disbelief.

'Really? I did it because the motherfucker hurt her', I say.

I nod.

'She knows, I told her about it, but she... I don't know... something changed,' I say.

'Okay let's find her, but first I have to go to the McLaren garage to tell Lando I'm sorry. In that way he can never blame me or whatever', Maeve says.

We walk to the garage and pass a lot of people.

When we arrive Oscar is standing there.

'Piastri, nice quali', Maeve says. I nod.