F O U R
Asking Charles

April, 2022
Melbourne, Australia

"And how do you know he will accept helping you?"Mike asked following the brunette girl.

"I have no idea." She confessed. "But it's my only option." She shrugged.

Senna and Mike entered the Williams hospitality as if nothing had happened. It could be said that since the younger Hamilton and younger Vettel entered Formula 1, the rule that does not allow drivers from other teams to enter one's garage or hospitality had gone to hell.

She entered the room designated as hers and turned on the lights, revealing walls full of photographs and drawings.

Mike sat in the sofa that was there. Capito had let her decorate the room to her liking. "Senna..." He called his friend's attention. "Please remind me why you and Charles get along so badly?"

Senna stopped organizing her things and turned around, leaning back on the table. "I don't think we get along badly, it's just, you know, he wants to be the best at everything, I also want to be the best at everything, those kind of things..." She tried to avoid giving more details.

"Yeah..." Hamilton turned around again, avoiding her friend's questioning look. Mike looked at the time. "Well, I told Zak and Lando I was going to the garage to fix some things." He got up from the chair. "I'll see you later."

"Ok, good luck." Senna send him a kiss.

Once alone, Senna took the place where her friend, almost brother, had previously been, and closed her eyes.

Her rivalry with Charles goes back a few months. Her first year in Formula 1.

It was the 2021 season and her father was inside the eye of the hurricane. Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton had one of the most iconic rivalries in recent times.

But that did not take the attention away from the newcomer to the category. The rookie with the most expectations about her. Senna Hamilton.

Scuderia Ferrari was not at its best, but it could not be compared to a Williams, right?

If someone agreed to that, they were wrong.

Senna Hamilton managed to get past the two Ferrari drivers on several occasions. We are not talking about podiums or victories either. After all, it was a Williams in 2021, but it did take important points that could have been of more use to the Scuderia.

"How could a Williams be better than a fucking Ferrari?" Leclerc once said, without knowing
that the youngest of the Hamiltons had heard him.

"Sometimes it's the driver and not the car, Leclerc." The curly headed one answered.

"You can't get more egotistical, right, Senna?" He said, to which the girl just smiled.

"I wasn't referring to me." She blurted out, hitting the Monegasque driver ego. "Also, don't underestimate a Williams, they may not be in their prime right now, but don't forget their golden seasons."

From then on, an open rivalry began between the Ferrari driver and Lewis Hamilton daughter.

They both wanted to be the best at everything, but only one of them could achieve it.

But the straw that broke the camel's back was in the Austria Grand Prix.

Rumors said that Giorgio Armani brand wanted to sign Senna Hamilton to sponsor her since she had a more accessible public if it was from the world of fashion. By doing this, the brand would have broken its sponsorship with the Scuderia, which could not happen.

So Leclerc took things into his own hands.

It was rumored that during the weekend in
Austria, Senna Hamilton would meet with representatives of Armani in order to reach an agreement.

Rumors were true. The appointment was Thursday noon. The girl was anxious to ally herself with a clothing brand. Just like her father, she loved fashion.

But that feeling of craving ended when someone pushed her into an empty room, immediately closing the door. "What the hell?" She spoke puzzled.

It was a dark room, without windows and with a slight smell of humidity.

"I'm sorry, Senna" She heard a voice on the other side of the door. "But we can't lose that sponsor."

"Charles, don't do this, you're being so petty right now." She spoke close to the door. "Just... let them decide." Senna tried to reason with the Monegasque while turning the handle several times, trying to open the door.

"I'm really sorry, Hamilton."

Senna heard how something that seemed heavy moved on the other side and some steps were moving away. "Don't do this to me, Leclerc!" She whispered while trying to open the door.

The handle finally gave way, but something was blocking the door. "Charles." She called. "Charles!" But nothing. Just silence.

She looked at the time. 11:57. Three minutes to the agreed time. "Shit, Charles." She muttered anxiously and kept trying to open the door.

If she had let her father go with her, everything would be easier.

She was locked up. She had missed her chance.

Thirty minutes later, someone moved the cabinet and opened the door. It was Kimi Raikkonen. "Senna? What are you doing here?"

"You know, just chilling, I love to stay locked in creepy rooms." She responded sarcastically.

Raikkonen gave her a sympathetic look. "Come join me."

The two walked to where the appointment would be. Maybe if she explained to them, they might consider giving her another chance.

Before entering the room, she heard some voices.

"Well, congratulations, your contract with us has been renewed for another season." She heard a voice. "It's a shame Senna didn't show up, we also would have liked to give her our proposals."

"Thank you for the opportunity." The monegasque spoke. "Yeah, such a shame Senna missed this."

That fucking jerk.

"But hey, Scuderia Ferrari and Giorgio Armani together for another year."

Hamilton heard some footsteps approaching the door, so together with Kimi, they moved away from that place.

"What was all that, kid?" Kimi asked.

"Oh, it's nothing."

The Finn pursed his lips. "That didn't sound like nothing, it sounded more like one of those guys sabotaged your meeting with that brand."

Senna sighed. "It was Leclerc, but Kimi, please don't tell anyone what happened, specially not my dad!"

"My mouth is shut, kid."

Exactly three months passed and a new sponsor wanted to enter Formula 1.

Senna planned her "revenge" for weeks. Nothing could go wrong.

It was time for free practice, and since she had had to give up her place to the reserve driver, she took advantage of the free time.

She walked discreetly through the paddock, which was almost empty as everyone was watching the session.

She arrived at her destination. Ferrari hospitality.

There were a few people, but she had done her research. She knew where to enter without being seen. Plus, it was close to Charles' driver room.

She put her plan into action. She stealthily entered the Italian team hospitality and entered Charles Leclerc's room, looking for one thing only.

And there she saw it. A folder on a table.

She knew that she would find what she was looking for in there.

In recent weeks it was rumored that the Apple company wanted to ally itself with a team, and everything indicated that they would decide on the most famous team in the category, or more specifically, they wanted to sponsor Ferrari golden child.

She knew the contract was in that folder. It was now or never.

Her revenge had arrived.

Quietly, she opened the folder and took out the pages that were essential.

She owed it to him.

She folded the sheets and put them in her pocket.

Senna could no longer take it back. What is done, is done.

She knew she had to sign her revenge, so with a fine-tipped pen, she scribbled her initials, "SH," on the last sheet in extremely small letters. It was difficult to distinguish them, almost impossible, but to someone who pays attention to all the details, like Charles, they were visible.

She got out of there quickly. She didn't want to be caught red-handed.

She then arrived at Williams's hospitality, burned the sheets, and threw the previously used pen into the trash. If true crime documentaries had taught her anything, it was to get rid of the evidence.

She returned to the second free practice in the most normal way, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Senna walked through the paddock but a shout made her stop. "Senna!" Charles Leclerc voice was heard around the place.

The girl just smiled victoriously and continued on her way.

She knew she wouldn't get in trouble, no one had proof that it was her, besides, Senna was the paddock princess.

They were even.

That is how the rivalry between Charles Leclerc and Senna Hamilton began. A rivalry that would go from motorsports to any other aspect in which they can compete, from the number of sponsors to the most insignificant things.

Two weeks later, it was announced that Apple was Senna Hamilton new sponsor, because in addition to ruining Charles's sponsorship, she also stole it from him, and the only one who knew about this was Kimi Raikkonen, who promised to say absolutely nothing.

Returning to present day, Senna looked at a bracelet Armani gave her before Charles locked her in that scary room, hanging from her hand, reminding her the reason of her rivalry between her and the Ferrari driver.

Senna walked through the hotel with only one destination in mind: Charles' room.

She wondered if she was really going to do this, if she was really going to lose her pride just for him to help her talk to his friend, but she remembered that she wouldn't have to do all this if her father wasn't an overprotective madman.

She was about to knock on the door but a voice behind her startled her. "What are you doing here?"

She turned and looked at the boy. "I need your help."

Charles walked past her and opened the door, stepping into the room. Senna stayed out. "Come in, what are you waiting for?"

The girl frowned but stepped inside. "You didn't invited me to enter, I wasn't stepping inside like this was my own room, I have manners."

"As if you were a vampire, Senna." He dropped some things on the table and turned to face her. "What do you need my help for?" Hamilton intended to respond but the boy interrupted her. "Or are you coming to steal some more sponsors from Ferrari?" He asked mockingly.

Sena crossed her arms. "First, Apple contacted me first." She spoke, surprising the boy. "And second, I need your help in..."

Am I seriously about to do this?

"In..." Charles wanted her to continue.

"I need your help to get closer to Lando."

💌 Question of the daaaay:
Which team are you? Team Charles, Team Lando or Team Polyamory?

Honestly, I can't decide, so for now, I'm team poly🤝

G O L D E N G I R L
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