𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, maisie

❝ boys will be boys then, where are the wise men? ❞
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It's officially the second week of testing!

Last week was honestly a huge success. Of course there are many details to work out. But overall, the car is looking great and so are Lewis and I.

One tiny problem, my newest engineer apparently just quit before the first testing. And again, I'm engineer-less.

I don't get it. Is being a fucking woman that hard to work with!? I've always known that being from the different gender from the ideal was going to be a problem, but to the point where no one wants to be my engineer!?

"What am I gonna do? I'm supposed to be in that car in less than an hour!" I hiss, Toto just delivering the bad news.

He sighs, "We always have backups for now, but they're not a long term solution. We need to find someone determined. ASAP." He says and I sigh.

This is so frustrating. I fucking hate men! I look around and find a garbage can in the garage. My rage takes over me and I kick it away before walking out, needing some space and air.

As I walk around the pit lane, I try to calm down again. There are thousands of engineers in the world. Surely, I can find someone. Hopefully fast. Hopefully a woman too. I can't support men's egos anymore.

I pass in front of the McLaren garage, almost going in to search for Lan but I spot him already with Zak and decide it's probably best to leave them talk.

And so I continue my walk around.

Just for a few minutes before going back. I need to clear my head completely before getting into the ambiance. I walk past the Redbull garage, avoiding any eye contact with anyone.

As I look in front of me, I notice Will Buxton, live on air as he talks to the camera. I'd love to avoid them but it's inevitable. Especially when he spots me.

He waves for me and I force a smile. "Talking about our reining champion, his newest teammate Maisie Mikati," He introduces me to the cameras. I smile to the cameras, waving hello. "How are you feeling before the start of our first practice of week two?" He asks the most obvious question he could've.

I can't really say anxious because I'm out and engineer so I just focus on the good part. "Great, honestly. The car's looking good, the team too. We're ready." I keep my answer as short and simple as possible, just as the PR team ordered.

I proceed to pretend to be needed somewhere before walking away, escaping them. I keep looking behind, making sure they've moved on from me. They seem to now be focused on the Red Bulls. Moved on faster than any ex I might've had, I see. Actually, faster than my engineer.

I give myself only one more minute of pacing before I have to head back to the garage and get ready.

I think I spot a Ferrari driver walking in the opposite direction of me, talking to one of his team staff members. It doesn't take me more than a second to actually realize it is in fact Charles.

I debate in my head whether or not to turn back or go say hey. It's too late though because he spots me and waves hello, looking as if he's continuing to my direction.