𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭
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Abigail Mathews had always felt in the blurry part of the picture, wondering if, in her work at the Haas F1 Team, anyone would ever really notice her.
But an email, one morning, ca...
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I'll win
Manama, Bahrain, March 2022
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Every morning before the race, a briefing was held, to decide the strategies and talk about the just concluded practice and qualifying, so when I arrived in the Ferrari garage, I noticed the absence of the drivers and Mattia Binotto. I dedicated the whole day to checking, followed by my colleagues, the data in anticipation of the evening race.
Lunchtime arrived, along with a message from Carlos, where he warned me of his location and asked me to join him.
I walked with my cell phone in my hand, following the road to get to him and when I looked up, I almost bumped into him.
"Carlos! How did the meeting go?" I asked, unable not to smile.
He pointed to the team's hospitality with a nod and started talking again: "Not bad, with the fact that Charles managed to get to pole, we both have more chances. I to go up and he to stay in his position." He concluded by opening the glass door towards him and letting me pass first. We ordered lunch, sitting at the first free table. The Spaniard ordered only carbohydrates, I ordered a simple ham and cheese sandwich.
"How are you getting on here?" He asked me after finishing his plate of pasta, which he moved a few centimeters further, to rest his elbows on the table.
«Very good to tell the truth, my colleagues are good and I have become much more familiar with some than with others.» At the last sentence I nodded to him.
The boy smiled and we resumed talking about the car: "The car has great potential, I think Leclerc has managed to exploit it more than me, as we have seen from the numbers. But I'm not disappointed with the final results, after all the race is tonight." He concluded, starting to get up to reach the hotel and I decided to do the same.
We entered the lobby, passing the reception and arriving in an area where some sofas were arranged to create a common space.
"Carlos!" I heard someone calling him to our left and turning around I saw Max Verstappen sitting in the company of Charles. The Spaniard signaled me to follow him and approached the other riders.
"Is she your new girlfriend?" The defending champion asked, smiling and then introducing himself. I shook the hand that she held out to me: "I'm Abigail and..." Ready to deny her statement, I was interrupted.
"It's just the new engineer." The Monegasque replied, without anyone asking him.
"I wouldn't just say that, besides being a good friend, yes, she's also the new engineer." Sainz added, in a tone I didn't understand, looking into his teammate's eyes.
"Oh well, my mistake!" Max chuckled at the confusing situation that had arisen with his question. Perhaps, however, the only one who did not understand was me, given the glances that all three drivers exchanged.
