"The world is full of vipers, one bite and they'll cloud your mind till you die"
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In which a returning team enters the grid with a familiar face driving it. Former rivals met once again, igniting the flames of rivalry and a spark of something new...
Chapter Fifteen | Same Consequences, Different Talks 2024
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AzaleaSinclair disappointing results this weekend. I was driving recklessly, and it cost my team dearly. I want to apologize to everyone who were disappointed due to my actions. To the fans, to my team, to Ollie, I apologize for being reckless and causing a loss to what was supposed to be a great weekend for everyone. The weight of my actions becomes clearer, and I am filled with regrets for letting you down. I'll do better for the next race and promise that this would be the last time I would be reckless.
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"What the fuck was that, Azalea?"
Sitting like a kid being told off by their parent, Azalea avoided any eye contact with her team principal, feeling guilty as ever.
Cyril let out a sigh in disappointment. "I know both of you have this weird beef since the beginning, but you know that we're still new here."
"We can't afford having fines or any fuck ups this season."
"We're still trying to establish, not only the drivers, but the team as well."
"I apologize, my emotions got the best of me. The team didn't deserve the consequence of my recklessness." She uttered as she lay her head on the palm of hand in regret. Having a fine was not something Azalea cared, what she cared for was the disappointed looks the team gave her afterwards. She definitely knows that her anger crossed a line that has affected others, and that is the last thing she wanted.
'The internet is going to have a field day with this' she thought.
Cyril studied Azalea's demeanor for a moment, his disappointment evident in his furrowed brow. "Apology accepted, Azalea. But we can't let emotions dictate our performance on the track. We need focus, discipline, and teamwork."
Azalea nodded solemnly, her mind racing with thoughts of how to make things right. She knew she had to regain the trust of her team, not just through words, but through actions on the circuit.
"Will work on it," she promised, finally meeting Cyril's gaze. "I won't let this happen again."
Cyril nodded, a hint of encouragement in his expression. "Good. Because we're in this together, Azalea. We'll bounce back stronger."
"Now, come on! let's get some carbonara."
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olliebearman Bossman taking us out after race for pasta, is very fatherly of him
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"Just do better next time, Max. And just avoid her, in general."
"Not like I want to be in the same room as her anyways,"
Leaving Christian's office, Max frustratedly shuffles his hair.
He doesn't really know why that happened—doesn't even know why he got angry while driving. 'Must be his stupid words getting to my head again,' he thought.
Max knew he doesn't have to prove himself anymore. He has won the championship 3 consecutive times, he has achieved all the goals he has for this sport. But when your someone who was constantly driven to a certain path, it's not easy to leave when it's all you've ever known.
Don't get him wrong, he enjoys his job.
But he just wants to experience his life in his own hands. People know his potential, and so they push him to be the best. And so he gives them his best and will later give the fakest smile, just to gain an hour of rest.
And in moments like this, he has never felt more alone.
Walking in to his driver room, he laid down in the darkness and silence, tuning out everything that happened. But then again, when all eyes are on you, when can you have a time for yourself. Not even a minute after lying down, he heard a loud banging on his door. Max let out a frustrated sigh, knowing who was on the other side of the door.
So, he took his time walking towards the door, readying himself of his father's anger.
