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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She wants them both
Barcelona, Spain, May 2022
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When I tried to explain that working in Formula One, time flew by, I meant it for real; we were at the end of May and the overseas trip had flown by, faster than the plane trip back to Europe.
The Miami Grand Prix had not been the best but not the worst either, the Ferraris had started with Charles first and Carlos second, but already after a few laps Verstappen had overtaken the number 55. Norris had an accident and in the meantime Max also overtook the Monegasque, becoming first and staying there until the end of the race. On the podium there was a Ferrari one-two but it was not enough for the team.
With morale not very high, we returned to Europe for the race in Spain, but in the following two weeks I didn't see Charles, I didn't want to ask for extra days off and being with him would have forced me to want to get them.
The boy returned to his family to be with his brother Arthur, who due to the competitions of both never had a moment to be together. The weeks between work in Maranello, Vittoria and a meeting in the corridors with Mattia Binotto, passed. A certain calm had set in and it seemed that nothing could break it, it wasn't boring, but everyone seemed so focused on improving race performance, that the team never seemed to sleep.
On the evening of the meeting with the Team Principal, I had to be on my closing shift and when I had started to cross the corridors to leave the plant, he stopped me, as if he was really looking for me to talk to me.
He led me through one of those lanes that I had now learned to know, we found ourselves in the studio where I had first met him. Looking at my companion, I realized that I could not decipher his expression. If possible even more serious than usual.
"Abigail, I didn't want to ambush you, but I talked about it with Charles a few hours ago and asked if I could tell you about it." He took his seat and made me sit down as on the first day. "This would not be the practice, but I have a lot of respect for you and Leclerc, so I decided to proceed in this way." He raised the sleeves of his shirt over his elbows.
"Generally, relationships between colleagues are not welcome, pass me this term. What I ask is maximum seriousness and above all professionalism on your part, at least when you are at work, what happens outside here is not my business and not even Ferrari's." He concluded by waiting for my slightest reaction triggered by the speech.
He stared at me sternly and I couldn't speak for a moment, but then I weighed my answer and reassured him of my maturity and Charles's, that we would not bring personal issues into the work environment.
"I trust it." He only said and wished me a good evening, which I spent on the phone with the Monegasque to talk about what had happened.
It was time for the Spanish circuit and we landed in Barcelona on Wednesday. They gave us the same day to settle in and reading the schedules, we engineers would only have to show up on Thursday morning on site.
