" set-up part 1... "

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~ next race Brazil will Ferrari win that one as well ?? 👀


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Practice had come to an abrupt halt for Carlos and Max, and not because of technical issues or strategy calls. Once again, they had turned the session into a head-to-head battle, ignoring team orders and treating every lap as if it were the final lap of a race.

Their aggressive back-and-forth had caught the stewards’ attention, resulting in penalties for both drivers. As they climbed out of their cars, their expressions were anything but apologetic. Max shot Carlos a look filled with frustration, while Carlos glared right back, muttering something under his breath.

Max stormed over to Carlos as they walked to their garages.

- “This is on you,”

he hissed, barely containing his anger. Carlos scoffed, his shoulders tensing.

- “Oh, please, Max. You were the one diving into corners like it’s the last lap of a race.”

They walked in silence for a moment, both fuming, until they were summoned by Christian Horner himself. Christian had seen enough, and it was time for a serious talk.

As they entered Christian’s office, the atmosphere was tense. He gestured for them to sit, his face stern.

- “What the hell was that out there?”

he started, voice laced with frustration.

- “This is the third time this season, guys. We can’t risk any more penalty points because you two can’t control yourselves in practice sessions!”

Christian paused, looking from Max to Carlos.

- “Either you knock it off, or you’re both out of this team. Do you understand?”

Carlos took a deep breath, glancing briefly at Max before starting.

- “Look, I’m sorry for what happened, but I was just defending my line out there,”

he explained, his voice firm.

- “Max keeps pushing like he’s got no teammate beside him. It’s not my fault he can’t back off a little.”

Max immediately interrupted, his tone heated.

- “Oh, so it’s my fault now?”

he shot back.

- “You were cutting me off in every corner! You act like the track’s yours alone, Carlos. You’re the one who’s too aggressive.”

Christian held up his hand, silencing them both.

- “Enough! I don’t care who started it or who thinks they’re right. This is a team, and if you two can’t remember that, then we’ll find drivers who can. Consider this your final warning.”

He leaned back in his chair, glaring at them both.

- “Now get out of my office and cool off.”

The two drivers left Christian’s office in tense silence, neither looking at the other as they walked to the elevator. Once inside, they stood on opposite sides, the silence thick between them.

Suddenly, Max turned, his eyes blazing as he pinned Carlos against the cold elevator wall.

- “Do you ever think before you make those stupid moves out there, Carlos?”

he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

- “You almost ran me off the track again!”

Carlos held his ground, not backing down. He rolled his eyes and pushed Max back.

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