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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Maranello, Italy, March 2022
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The first week passed very quickly and almost thanks to Carlos I stopped thinking about it, that guy had a way of making you forget the rest and make sure that everything was fine, even if it wasn't. I knew it wasn't like that.
The Grand Prix in Jeddah had been more or less the same as the previous week, Leclerc had started second and Max a few places behind him. The next fifty laps passed overtaking him and the Monegasque remained first almost until the end of the race. The last laps changed his fortunes, he finished second and Verstappen won.
This did not help my mood, on the contrary, it made me feel responsible for the result, so much so that like a fool, once we arrived in Maranello, I decided to approach him to talk to him.
"You did well in Saudi Arabia." I spoke again from behind his back and a gasp made his whole back move.
He turned around, looking at me to try to figure out if I was probably real or not, and took a deep breath.
"I could have done better." He decided to answer only.
"Don't blame yourself, you have... You've done everything you could, Charles."
My sentence made him think for a few seconds. My shift had just ended, but I had chosen to hold back again. He slightly swiped a chair positioned nearby, sat down and signaled me to do the same.
"I need to explain" He began without giving me time to back down "Charlotte and I met some time ago, we were both from the Principality of Monaco, her father is the general manager of the Société des Bains de Mer, one of the oldest companies in the Principality. Initially we started going out on our own, we liked each other, but then both on the side of the father and the press, it became a monotonous thing." He took a moment, playing with his hands.
"I don't want to justify, but in recent times they had been scheduled to go out to the Grand Prix, to show us together, a bit as if we were advertising each other. I said enough, to her, to the father, I don't want to have to falsify my feelings for stupid newspapers." It ended, and while the Ferrari headquarters had emptied, from the windows you could see the street lamps on and the darkness slowly falling.
"All right." I only said. He watched me for an indefinite time. Maybe I was wrong about how he felt about me, maybe I could go on, for once without thinking too much about it and live life. Just live it.
"Shall we eat something together?" He pointed to the clock, it was now dinner time.
"I don't have anything at home, I should do the shopping, maybe there's a bar nearby or something." While Charles was thinking of something to do, I took out my phone and typed a message.
