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 am, baby
Principality of Monaco, May 2022
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Our day of retreat at Charles' house ended all too quickly. On Friday I woke up early, I sat down among the scented blankets that we had changed the night before, when we had played with the sheets pretending to be ghosts. Between one pillow and another, even something as trivial as changing pillowcases, with Charles, became a special memory.
I glanced at the boy asleep by my side, and, doing all I couldn't to disturb his rest, slipped out of bed, quietly took my clothes out of the suitcase, and walked for the shower.
Friday and Saturday went very well for Ferrari, but especially for Charles who was the fastest of all in both free practice and qualifying, thus taking pole position. Which almost made the dream of winning the home Grand Prix come true.
Sunday was nicer, because walking through the paddocks, I was able to meet my friend Kyla, who had only managed to get the pass for the race day. We had lunch together and I introduced her to the two drivers of the team, she immediately got along with both of them. She stayed in the garage with me and at the beginning of the race I gave her a pair of headphones to hear the exchanges from the pit wall between Carlos and Charles.
The two Ferraris started first, but it rained a lot, and they were forced to use wet tyres, wet tyres and do more formation laps.
The cars began to slide on the asphalt, there were some small accidents and at the time of the last pit stop, the pit wall made some miscalculations, telling Charles to return to the pits and then thinking about it too late, when the Monegasque had already made his entrance and lost too much time, ending up behind a Verstappen who was not having a good race, but which he was no longer able to overcome.
"Fuck!" I shouted at the moment of the incident, turning to Andrea and asking for explanations for this premature decision. It was not yet time to come in, especially if Carlos had just entered in front of him.
I could hear the curses of the number 16 through the headphones, who had not spared himself the worst insults against himself. Whatever mistake was made by the Ferrari pit wall, the boy took the blame in full, using words that were too offensive and senseless, especially if he hadn't made the mistake.
Ferrari and Red Bull alternated the top four positions in the standings, but instead of always being Verstappen, Perez won.
The morale in the paddock was not the best, at the end of the race and after the award ceremony, all my colleagues snorted and left demoralized.
Seeing this new expression on Charles' face, who had found himself at the bottom of the standings due to other people's mistakes, made me feel terribly bad. But that didn't stop me from hugging Carlos and being happy with his second position and points for the constructors' standings.
