Slipstream

Slipstream

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Romance
She studies how rational actors make decisions when they don't have all the information. She is the last person in the room to figure out what she is feeling. Ayanda Simone Inês Voss has done everything early. Olympic gold at seventeen. Chess grandmaster at thirteen. PhD candidate in Game Theory at the University of Geneva at twenty-two, researching strategic behaviour under incomplete information - which is, quietly, the most ironic thing about her. Her life is full. There is no visible gap. This is the point. Andrea Kimi Antonelli is twenty years old, in his second full Formula One season with Mercedes, and warm in a way that does not require anything from you. He remembers everything. He notices everything. He has been waiting, without pressure, since Budapest. Slipstream is a slow burn in ninety chapters - about two people who move in entirely different worlds and find each other anyway, about the specific courage of staying in a room when every instinct says leave, and about what it costs to let someone close enough to actually see you.
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"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

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