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Lucy woke up in her garage once again. She patted down her other car, which wasn't working, and went to the track.

- Today should be fun. - Marshall greeted her by the door.

- What makes you say that?

- Well go and see for yourself. Also, we got you a female fit suit.

Lucy put on the perfect new suit and went to the track. There was no Lamborghini by the start line. Instead, there was a different car - a 1995 Nissan 240sx.

- No way! - Lucy wanted to cry from happiness.

- Yes way. They were selling your car from the impound so we just bought it.

- Why?

- Well I want to test my theory...What are you waiting for? Get in.

Lucy skipped to her car like a little child and jumped right in. She took a breath and didn't immediately start driving.

- Hey baby, it's okay, I missed you. - Lucy was talking with herself in the car.

As the start signal blasted, so did Lucy. She felt right at home in her shiny burgundy Nissan. Lucy finished a couple of laps and got out of the car. She took off her helmet and revealed her face with running tears on it.

- You're okay? - Howard asked.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's crazy, I honestly thought I wouldn't see him again. This is insane, I'm so glad to have Slim back.

- Slim?

- Yeah, I named him Slim four years ago.

- How old are you?

- I'm eighteen.

- When did you get the car?

- I got him when I was fifteen, worked on it for a year, and then could start driving.

Marshall interrupted the chat with some papers in his hands:

- Okay, my suspicions were correct, you don't trust the Lamborghini.

- Why is that?

- Because you managed to beat your Lambo time with your twenty-five-year-old Japanese lawnmower.

- First of all, it's a work of art, second of all, why are you surprised?

- Don't give me an attitude. Your Nissan is in absolutely no way better than the Lambo, but you beat your time. You don't trust the Lambo, but you will.

Lucy nodded and went to change. After lunch, she had more training with the Lamborghini. 

- Scotty, we have to do something, we're gonna have budget cuts. - Connor,  part of the crew was talking to Marshall in the main garage.

- I know, I've been thinking about it for days. Have any ideas?

- No idea, don't give out free lunch?

- Come on, that's the bare necessity. I'll tell you what, we're going to the race next week, if we win, our budget is fine, if we don't, I'm firing one of the drivers, there's too many anyway.

- I mean, that's an option. Have any ideas on who you'll let go of?

- Maybe Carson, maybe Zane.

- What about Lucy? She's been consistently bad.

- She's staying, trust me.

Lucy finished her drive and joined Marshall and Connor. Marshall invited her to his office and told her about the upcoming race.

- It's gonna be a two-hour endurance race. You'll go first, after twenty minutes Carson will change you.

- You're sure you want to start with me?

- Yes, I want to start with the worst driver, so that others can catch up later.

- Oh... - Lucy was a bit disappointed.

- What's wrong? You're sad cause I told you're the worst driver? It's true. I might not be nice, but I'm honest.

- Yeah...I guess.

- Do you have any plans for the evening?

- No, why?

- We're gonna make you trust the Lambo a bit more.

Marshall drove the Lamborghini out of the track and told Lucy to follow him in her own car. Lucy followed her coach to a small modern house and a big garage.

- Thank god there was no police, this Lambo shouldn't really be on the road. Anyway, welcome to my garage. I'm gonna leave you and the Lamborghini here alone.

- Well, not alone, my car is here also...And those three covered cars. What's under the covers?

- None of your business, don't touch those covers, or you'll face consequences.

Marshall took the scented tree out of Lucy's car and placed it into the Huracan.

- The smell will be familiar so maybe you'll trust it more. For now, sit next to the Lambo and just look at it. I'll be back in two hours.

- Two hours? What am I supposed to do with the damn car?

- That's up to you, just don't leave the garage.