Page 85 of Sparks Fly
“I’m sorry to be an asshole, but?—”
“We get it,” Pascal says as he opens his laptop and begins tapping away. “I’ll get the technicians to show you what we haveafter briefing. I think you’ll be happy with it in testing, though,” he says through pinched brows.
“As long as it’s sorted before parc fermé, then we have nothing to worry about.” I smile just as my breakfast is placed down in front of me and Glenn and Pascal take that as their cue to leave.
I don’t hang around after I finish and I am glad I don’t because as I walk out into the paddock, I see Nora and Anaïs. Fuck, she looks pretty.
Ducking my head, Colby appears at my side as we walk to briefing.
“How does Royce feel knowing his ex is going to be lurking in the shadows?”
“He doesn’t care. As long as she stays out his way and vice versa, I am sure all will be fine.” I plaster on a smile and pat Colby on the back.
“Hmm, I doubt that,” he grumbles as we step into the room and see everyone sitting there.
“Morning, team.” My voice is loud and upbeat. I sit myself at the head of the table and let Pascal begin his talk.
Kai and Royce seem to be listening, giving the odd nod here and there. Their race engineers chat amongst themselves and we work out a strategy for tomorrow. Stick to plan A first— two stop and Royce takes precedence over the race. Unless things change in qualifying, but I doubt that very much. Or, if for whatever reason the race doesn’t go our way, then it’s plan B.
They fight till the end.
I don’t like doing it because it causes emotions to run high off the track, but sometimes it has to be done. I am becoming desperate, and I hate it to my very core.
We wrap it up but Glenn, Pascal, the head technicians, and I hang back.
“Okay, let us show you what we’ve been working on,” Lara, says as she loads up her computer screen.
She opens the programme, showing me how the car will run and handle the corners. We lose time on the corners, I know that, but I do think that comes down to driver. My son is an excellent driver, I know it, he knows it, everyone else knows it, but is he the best? No.
He needs to learn, but he is so arrogant and when Itryto tell him, it goes straight over his head.
His coach is the only one that can get through to him, but if he has had a bad race and we’re trying to give him constructive criticism, he will shut us out. Lock himself away and will ignore everything and anything we have said.
It’s annoying, but I am hoping it comes with maturity.
Lara explains what she has changed and how she thinks it will help with the way the car is driven. The FIA have approved the changes. She said she had a bit of a battle when it came to the rear wing, but it is a close design to another teams and theirs passed with flying colours, so she fought it.
“Well.” I stand, smiling at Lara. “Thank you for explaining to me. I am looking forward to seeing the car on the track tomorrow at practice.”
She thanks me before I am walking out the office, running my hand around the back of my neck and giving it a squeeze.
“So.” I hear the sound of Pascal running behind me and I turn to look at him. “What do you think?”
My steps falter and I give him the widest shit eating grin as possible.
“I think it’s going to be amazing.” My hand clasps on his shoulder and I give him a reassuring squeeze. “Well done.” I give him a wink. “I’ll see you on track tomorrow.” I see the way his body sags in relief. “Tell the team they done good.”
For the first time in a while, I walk away with excitement buzzing inside of me. I can’t remember the last time I felt that.
Chapter Eighteen
Anaïs
“How you feeling?”Nora asks me as I stand with my camera ready to capture some videos.
“Meh.” I smirk, nudging into her. “Honestly, I feel okay.”
“Good,” she says as she walks forward and busies herself.
