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"Hello, this is Kalliope. I would like to officially announce to you all, my long awaited return to Formula 1. I will be joining Maserati MSG racing for the 2023 season, racing alongside my own brother, Kaylen Kumalo. I would like to thank you all for being so patient with me, I know it's been three years since my leave in the middle of the 2019 season. I am verythankful for my career in Red Bull, but it is time for a change. I've been watching on the sidelines for too long, and I'm ready to get back on that track and claim what's mine."
Kallie smirked to herself, crossing her leg over the other, "I will also no longer be going by the last name, Kumalo. From here on out, you can call me Kalliope Hamilton."
"Still watching that?" Sang questions, walking into the empty meeting room. It was very late at night, everyone had a night off since they had the car launch in just a few days and Kezie wanted everyone to spend time with their families. "It's still...a very alienating feeling. Doesn't feel real. I mean, two years ago I was convinced I was going to die. I thought I would be forgotten." Kallie spoke, shutting off her phone as her eyes glazing over laptop where she had pulled up her stats on the simulator, going over everything again just to be sure the chassis was perfect.
"You could never be forgotten, Kallie. Your legacy would forever live on even if you retired right now. And not because of your sister's legacy, nor your brother's. You made a name for yourself. Kez paid for it but you put in the work. You made yourself great. When I go back and watch your races, your abilities blow my mind, you could've been in the worst car on the grid and you still would've dragged it across the chequered flag and won. That's greatness on a whole other level." He announced, leaning against the table, he needed her at full confidence.
"They called you Mercedes' ender, cause nobody challenged Lewis like you did. Christian tried to make you Max's sidekick, and instead of complaining, or calling him out, you got on that track and proved yet again that you were the real deal. I seen your face that night in Abu Dhabi, you knew what you had to do. You could've made the choice to retire, end your career on a good note, but instead, you're making your return to take down Red Bull and show them what real racing is all about. It's not about cheating. It's not about favoritism. It's about competition."
