28. May – Monaco GP

Two hours later came the expected 3 places grid penalty, exactly how I calculated. Which meant Charles was going to start P6 tomorrow. We were all gathered in the conference room, in a minor mood, Charles and Carlos on either side of me, and me with ice on my knuckles. Xavier was sitting across from us with two tampons in his nose and every time we were crossing our sights, I was making a face like Dr. Lecter from "The Silence of the Lambs". Yeah, I know I looked like a serial killer, but with a co-worker like Xavi, who would not. During all the silent waiting Charles was playing with his Forza Ferrari bracelet while Carlos' "system" crashed... Again. The moment FIA's ​​statement arrived and Vasseur read it out to the whole team, the tension in the room reached its peak.

I lost my temper again and threw the ice pack at Xavier, but he managed to get away and I hit the wall with it. Then I jumped up from my seat, intending to get to Xavier and break his nose for a second time, but Sainz reacted quickly and grabbed my waist, pulling me back to my place. Xavier and I began to exchange insults in a high-pitched tone, and perhaps all of Monaco could hear us. All this time, however, Charles did not move from his chair. He stood with his head bowed, his expression sad and his whole body screaming utter exhaustion and frustration.

Vasseur and Mekies tried to bring some order to the chaos I had once again created and asked the entire team to leave the conference room.

- Come on Lissie – Carlos whispered – Let's go for a walk around.

- I'm not a dog to walk around! – I shouted. – I am not going anywhere!

- I insist on leaving now before it's too late – Sainz continued in a serious tone.

- You leave! – I pushed him away from me. – Charles, Charles, please say something for God's sake!

I grabbed my friend's shoulder and shook him, at which point he pushed my hand away and turned to me.

- Merde Lissa, do what they tell you! – he raised his voice. - Leave the room immediately!

Everyone was surprised by the sudden outburst of rage that Charles had shown towards me. It was the first time he had behaved like this. His eyes were watery, and fireballs seemed to be burning in them. He was clenching his jaw so tightly that the veins in his neck stood out. His breathing was rapid and every muscle in his body was tight.

- What do you want me to do? - I asked quietly, swallowing hard-pressed tears.

- I want you to get out... – Leclerc hissed through his teeth. – And to leave me with Mekies and Vasseur... Your presence now only makes things worse!

- Oh really? - I laughed in disbelief. - Then let Mekies and Vasseur wipe your snot at the next disappointment... Because this won't be the last, take my word for it!

Leclerc was shocked, and suddenly his demonic face, distorted by rage, regained its former gentle, angelic appearance. Everyone watched us silently and expectantly, as if they were watching a soap opera, but for me, this was the moment I experienced my first huge disappointment with Charles.

- I am done here! – I said through my teeth and turned my back on him.

I heard both the Monegasque and his teammate calling me, but I slammed the door of the conference room with all my might and headed down the corridor to the changing rooms. I just wanted to get my things and go somewhere. Without knowing where.

#

A few hours later I was sitting by the rock where Charles and I had last been calm and happy, watching the night fall over the city. The sunset was romantic, but when you have no one to share it with, it's more of a painful transition into the night when all the thoughts flood your head and you start taking stock of the past, present, and future. Kika had sent me a video from social media where Charles leaves the paddock with an escort of 5 people then he and Mekies leave in a boat. The girl had asked where I was at that moment, but I didn't answer her. Maybe later I would call her to take me under their roof for the night or I wouldn't go home at all and stay here by the cliffs. Charles and Carlos had also been calling me, but I was unwilling to answer at all. The fact that Leclerc kicked me out and yelled at me in front of all my colleagues hurt me a lot. Why didn't he want me to be with him like I always was? After all, together we went through, fight against the problems in the team and shared both the good and the bad times. He kissed me, and now he was treating me like an unknown nuisance.

Unpleasant scenarios about the reason for Charles' behavior began to play out in my mind, and one of them immediately included his guest from that evening we kissed. I tried not to hurt myself with these thoughts, but with each passing minute spent alone, it got worse.

#

Finally, I've decided it would be a good idea to go home and, if not to sleep, at least pack my things so that I could leave as quickly as possible after the race tomorrow. It was midnight when I crossed the threshold of Charles' home. He had prudently left the front door open, and the lights were still on.

I went into the living room where the light was coming from and found Leclerc scrolling through his phone again. When he looked up at me, I noticed his wet red eyes and face pale with exhaustion. We both looked at each other, no one dared to speak first, but it felt like we had a lot to say to each other.

- Why aren't you sleeping? – I finally broke the silence, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

- I can't until you come back... - he answered quietly and locked his phone. - I was worried if everything was okay with you...

- I'm here only for a while – I replied coldly, throwing my pass on the table.

Charles looked up at it and bit his lower lip. His body, which normally was full of confidence and power, was now hidden under the baggy sweatshirt he was currently wearing and looked as if it would soon break under the weight of an invisible load.

- I wanted to talk with you – he said hesitantly, looking at me with guilt in his pure blue-green eyes.

- Great... - I replied, keeping a poker face. - You can call Mekies to be your soul healer, I will leave this place right now.

- First tell me where you have been – Leclerc insisted and stood up.

- Why does that matter to you - I raised my eyebrows. - Now I am here.

- I want to know why you didn't answer my calls and messages, once again you are driving me crazy, Lissa! - his tone was stern and edifying, and this provoked me to attack him.

- You wanted me to leave the conference room - I replied. - Well, I gave you the space you wanted, since my presence was making things worse, wasn't it. I remember your words correctly, right?

- It was true - confirmed the Monegasque. - I needed peace of mind, and you lost your temper and that made me feel even worse.

- Charlie's poor vulnerable soul - I said sarcastically. - And did the two Nonne calm you down by being alone with them?

- Lissa, why is it such a huge problem for you that I asked to be alone in the room with the team principals? - Leclerc was indignant. - And how many conversations did you have alone with Mekies and Vasseur, and I have not behaved like this...

- It's my business how many conversations I've had with them alone! - I raised my voice slightly, interrupting him. - This is about you, about your work and mine too, I care about you. You know very well that my staying at the team depends on your performance and that of Sainz. Do you understand? I'll be fired if I fail - not you, and I'll be fired if you fail, that's the fucking law here.

He paused and looked at me with his wet red eyes. The Monegasque swallowed hard and stepped towards me.

- Don't you understand that if I hadn't kicked you out of this room, you would already be in the first taxi to Modena, out of the team! - he murmured. - If I hadn't stood up for you in front of the two of them...

- So what? Now you expect me to thank you? - I interrupted him sharply.

- I expect you to tame your wild temper at least for a second! – shouted Charles.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. For the second time today, he was yelling at me. What was wrong with this guy?! Leclerc came even closer to me and sighed heavily.

- I'm sorry for my outburst, but this is the 6th year in a row that something has happened at my home race - he said. - I'm really starting to think the "Curse of Monaco" is true.

- Tell that to the idiots who have been in the team since then, I've only been in for 3 months and I'm already pissed off – I rolled my eyes. – I'm tired of failures, of whining, sniffing, the hatred of the whole team and the criticism of everyone around us. I'm sick of all! Even from being a trash can for your mental waste and constantly wiping your tears, and finally kicking me out of the conference room like a stranger.

- I already explained something to you – said the Monegasque nervously. – If you're pissed off, what should I say when I'm a failure for I don't know how long.

- Accept that you are not sinless... - I shrugged. - No one was to blame for you in Miami, you yourself made the mistake there!

- Why do you bring up old races when we are talking about now? - Leclerc said indignantly. - Huh? Why should you rub salt in the wound?

- Look, Charles, I'm going to be extremely honest with you - I shook my head. - I want to calm you down, but I can't! I'm scared too, I have a retainer contract too and I must stay in this team. I'm not as strong as you all think I am. But if you want my support now, you should have gotten it back in the conference room, not me arguing with Xavier because of you, and you standing on the sidelines trying to ignore us.

- I also felt like killing him then, but I was trying to keep my cool - the driver justified himself. - I wanted to apologize to you even then for yelling at you, for kicking you out. Carlos criticized me so much for my behavior after I finished with Vasseur and Mekies that my ears pierced with his sharp words. Right after that I called to find out where you were and to talk to you, but you didn't pick up.

- Of course! - I laughed. - You always have some excuse.

- No Lissa, Mekies and Vasseur are the team principals, I had to have a private conversation with them. Moreover, let me repeat to you for the third time that I also worked in your favor.

- Look, I get the heartbreaking tweets - I interrupted, and he rolled his eyes. - Don't roll your eyes on me! You could have told me to get out in a more polite way. Even texting me while we wait... But doing it so humiliatingly...

- Lissa stop now! - he shouted and ran his fingers through his hair. - You had to calm down, and that wasn't going to happen in the room. Stop repeating me that fucking thing!

- And I have a great idea! - I clapped my hands. - To stop this conversation, it would be best to pack my bags and leave. And you will be able to call the whole team without me to calm you down until tomorrow's race... Or another company, I don't know what you prefer!

Charles froze and stared at me. He was shocked by my words. I wasn't sure if I should say it, but when I'm angry I always say a thousand things, half of which I later regret.

- Lissa, you didn't even give me a chance to tell you that... - Leclerc began quietly, but I raised my hand to stop him.

- Save your explanations - I shook my head. - Now I need to be alone.

I turned my back on him and headed to my bedroom, successfully hiding from him the fact that I started crying.

#

It was getting close to 3am again. My suitcases were ready and arranged in the corner of my room, and I was sitting in bed thinking over my conversation with Leclerc. Maybe I was wrong to act like that after he explained to me that the whole thing was to save me from Vasseur. Do I believe him that it was really because of this? Absolutely. I trusted Charles wholeheartedly because he really was my best friend here, no matter what. And with his kiss he more or less declared his more than friendly feelings towards me.

I got out of the bed and tiptoed out of the room, heading for Charles'. Hesitantly I opened his door and peeked in slightly to see if he was asleep. But he wasn't, I even heard him sniffle under his covers.

- Charlie... - I said quietly.

- What do you want? - he asked rudely without turning to me.

- Let's talk for a while... - I replied stepping forward to his bed.

- It's late, go to bed! - he answered me succinctly.

I wondered for a moment what to do, then shrugged my shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked over his shoulder at me and I made myself more comfortable next to him and lay down, then gently touched the bare skin of his back.

- I wanted to apologize for my attitude earlier - I said, catching his attention. - As well as for my behavior these days in general. The truth is, I have so many things I'm struggling with that I take it out on the person closest to me... That's you.

- We always take it out on those closest to us - confirmed Leclerc, turning fully to me.

He was again naked to the waist. The blankets were shriveled around his body and the lucky horn hung around his neck. In the dark room, lit by the faint moonlight outside, the only thing shining were his blue-green eyes, which were now fixed on me.

- Whatever... - I continued hesitantly. - I'm by your side Charles, don't forget it. I was offended that you chose to be with the person who is at the root of our problems, to comfort you, when I have always been the person to lean on.

The Monegasque reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then gently caressed my cheek.

- And I'm sorry for reacting so harshly - he replied. - That I didn't call you back when you left... I want you to help me get through the struggle I'm in right now... I want us to break the "Monaco curse" together... You're precious to me, little one. I do not want to lose you.

He spoke his words softly, touching my heart. And made me smile.

- And you are precious to me, Charles... - I answered and moved closer to him. - Friends again?

- Yes... friends again... - Leclerc revealed his dimples and pulled me to him, kissing my forehead gently.

When he pulled away from me, he looked dreamily at my face and caressed my lips with his thumb. I expected him to take the next step, and probably wouldn't stop him from doing anything this time. But then Charles lifted his duvet slightly and whispered:

- Come on, stay with me... It's already very late, and tomorrow is an important day for you.

- Isn't it for you? - I raised my eyebrows.

- Every day that is important to you is also important to me, little one - he winked at me. - Come on, Lissie, I'm freezing.

I giggled and quickly got under Leclerc's covers snuggling into him. He held me tightly against him and began to wind a strand of my hair around his finger. I rested my head on his bare chest, soon after I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

#

Although I was carried away by the gentle touch of Charles and his divine odor of bitter orange, which I missed so badly, I had a rather restless night. It was raining outside, and the sound of the rain woke me up several times, giving me serious anxiety about the race. But every time I woke up and tried to stand up, Charles would tighten his grip around my shoulders and pull me back to him. And I suddenly decided that I'm not going to leave early, I'm not going to run away from his apartment, but I'm going to stay here until we go to Spain.

In the morning I woke up to Charles' phone vibrating. When I managed to stand up, I saw that Antoine was calling him, probably to warn him that he was traveling to his house to continue filming his vlog. Now I really had to get up and leave Charles' place before I caught up with the photographer. He may have been a great man, but I was a loyal friend and a great admirer of Joris, and I would remain so.

I changed into a new Charles merch shirt, put on black pants and all my jewelry, as well as my traditional makeup. I tied my hair in a high ponytail and after applying my perfume, I was ready for the paddock. I grabbed my things again and went back to Charles' bedroom. After I had left him, he had fallen asleep with his face buried in the pillows we had shared until a moment ago. We both had a rough night, so I decided not to wake him up. To not worry him again, I just left him a note saying, "I'll see you in the paddock", which for some reason I've decided to stamp with my lips. And with that kiss on his bedside table, I left his home.

#

Of course, the paddock was overcrowded as the F2 race was coming up. I found Arthur in his garage to wish him luck, but I may have just worried him about my lack of sleep badger appearance. However, the boy was happy to see me and knew that I was there as his moral support. Naturally, Charles came shortly after me, and I left them alone to see each other. Today was also Vasseur's birthday, but this time there was no one from our team to organize everything, simply because the main person for everything - me, had absolutely no intention of showing respect to someone who did not respect me... Later I would go to congratulate him on a good upbringing, which I'm not sure if I have remained since working here.

I watched the younger Leclerc's race, but I was too distracted to follow what was going on. I don't know what was happening to me, but that feeling that my heart was going to explode, and the air is hard to reach my lungs, has reappeared again. I was worried too. I kept fiddling with the Charles bracelet on my arm and nervously biting my lips. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I was extremely worried. Something was going to go wrong, and I could feel it.

The moment we started preparing for our race, I totally shut myself in and there was no sign of the sassy Lissa who was usually leading the two pit crews. I wished my boss a happy birthday, then went to the garage. A lot of people asked me if I was okay, if everything was fine, Fusaro noticed that I was unusually quiet today. But how do I "encourage" them by saying "I have a bad feeling"?

I met with the drivers after the opening ceremony of the race was over. I'm usually verbose when I wish them well, but now I just hugged them and asked them to take care of themselves. Whatever result they achieved today, I would be proud of them. Then I went up to the pit wall and waited for my colleagues.

The race started - during the formation lap I went through all my pre-race rituals. And then I turned my microphone on and started communicating with the guys:

- Welcome aboard SF-23, guys. The strategy for today is to start on hard tires, then continue on to softs. We will make a later pit stop to build up a lead. The chance of rain is about 50 percent, there are light gusts of wind. Any questions?

- How many laps will we do with the hard tires - asked Carlos.

- As much as their degradation allows us - I replied. - You are required to simply drive.

Sainz didn't answer. No one said anything more.

- Good luck guys! - I said as they lined up again at the starting position.

The green flag waved, one by one the lights turned red and suddenly... They went off.

Both drivers got off to a good start without making contact and ensured a good pace. Leclerc was behind Hamilton and Sainz close to Ocon. Since after the third lap DRS could be used, I advised Charles and Carlos to keep a close distance to them - my idea was to use the slipstream so that we could keep the pace with minimal tire wear. Soon Hamilton's tires would be due for a change, and he had to pit, which meant that Charles, without overtaking him, would gain a position at the front.

It was approaching lap 11 when Sainz was extremely close to Ocon, and I couldn't help but turn on my microphone.

- Sainz press Ocon to overtake him, now you have to take advantage of the fact that his tires are much more worn than yours.

- Copy.

But at turn 10, Carlos decided to make the most reckless overtake and crashed into Ocon's rear tire. That he missed the chicane was the least of the problems, a bigger concern was that part of the front wing broke off.

- What happened? - I asked.

- I didn't have a space... - replied the Spaniard. - Box?

I looked at the data from the car. They seemed acceptable to me.

- No, you keep going, you can last with this wing - I answered confidently and changed the station. - Leclerc, Hamilton has increased tire graining, you have to take advantage of this to get close and overtake him.

- Copy!

Carlos went off the track several times, leading to the black and white caution flag. I warned him to keep the track limits otherwise he could serve a penalty, then quietly continued to follow the race. There was really some drastic change in me today. Normally I would always talk to the drivers, but now I was rather laconic with our communication. I was even surprised at myself.

On lap 21, Ricky asked Sainz to box to overtake Ocon, but I was quick to decline his order by telling the Spaniard to stay out. In reality, the wear on the rear tires of our cars was more than expected, but we had to pit as late as possible, as according to the radar it was supposed to rain within 45 minutes. A few laps later Ricky again required Sainz to box. But this time, in a quiet nervous breakdown, I yelled into the radio:

- Stay out!

Why did they do it? We had a certain strategy, they had to wait for me to give them an order. Why were both race engineers messing with me? Wasn't it obvious that if he pitted now, with those small gaps he would be guaranteed to take P9, and the race doomed?

We successfully made it to lap 32 where Hamilton boxed followed by Ocon on the next lap and so my strategy worked out, and Charles moved up to P4. At this point I called Carlos to box to change to Medium tires. And when he got back on track, he found himself behind Ocon and ahead of Hamilton.

Suddenly his yelling rang in my ears. He cursed violently as Ricky tried to calm him down.

- I don't fucking care about Hamilton, I was fucking quick - was the sentence that pissed me off completely.

- Sainz shut the fuck up! - I turned on my microphone and tapped my hand on the desk. - Leclerc is on 3 seconds behind Hamilton. When stopping for a box, he will end up behind him, we need to provide him with a greater distance. Also, your tires are more worn than his. There was no way you could stay on track.

- So, this was your idea? – shouted the Spaniard.

- I think you forget who the strategist is here, Sainz! - I hissed.

- Oh, don't worry, I'll have a good convo with you after the race - he growled.

- I don't think I should give you any explanation for my decisions - I answered him.

- I think I should teach you some lessons - he replied.

- Drive your fucking car! - I shouted and felt how Mekies put his hand on my shoulder.

The racing director gave me a sign to calm down a bit and turned back to the screens as I bit my lips angrily. Sainz's behavior pissed me off and I couldn't hide it. Maybe we really should have a conversation after the race. And at the moment looking at our results, in order not to lose positions and to justify Charles staying on the track, only a safety car could save us. But lap 45 came and we couldn't wait any longer as I didn't want to risk the life of someone very special to me for a podium. Charles returned to the track in P8, behind Hamilton, and Sainz was in P6.

I wanted to contact Carlos and find out if he was finally happy to be in front of Charles, but I gave up. I didn't need to inject any extra attitude into the already tense conditions.

I watched the race carefully, nervously biting my nails. And as planned the rain came. The first drops came around 51 laps, and with them came another calling from Carlos, who insisted on knowing the forecast to tell us what tires to put on him. Did he really think I would let him interfere with my work?

Seeing the rain intensifying and our two drivers struggling on the soft tires, I turned to my colleagues for a quick discussion.

- We have to call them into the pit - I said anxiously.

- Let's wait for the Safety car - Vasseur said. - There's still time.

- If we wait a little longer, we will be the reason for the Safety car - I shook my head.

A few laps later Sainz flew off the track in Sector 2 giving me a mini heart attack.

- Did you see that? - I turned to Vasseur, raising my voice. - I will no longer abide by your stupid regulations!

- Bernardi, let's keep...

- I won't keep anything! - I hit the table and turned on my microphone. – Sainz, Leclerc immediately to the box for Inters.

After the tire change, the drivers took P6 Leclerc, P8 for Sainz. I knew someone would be disappointed, but our cars weren't competitive enough. And it was obvious.

It rained almost until the very end of the race. Charles had the opportunity to move to a more front position after Russell received a 5 second penalty and Carlos, on my advice, was trying to press Gasly to force him to make a mistake and possibly overtake him. But despite this, the drivers kept their positions and finished P6 Charles and P8 Carlos. At least they were in the points zone.

I didn't stay long with my colleagues by the wall. After we discussed the problems that came to the fore in the race and decided that next week in Spain with the new changes to the car all this will improve, I said goodbye to them and headed to the hospitality. Traditionally, I always went to the media center, but today I just wanted to leave faster. A few people from the team stopped me on my way to the changing rooms and asked if they would see me at the after party, but what a party as the day was so disappointing.

Lost in my thoughts, not only of the race but of Charles, I neither heard nor saw anyone approach me. I only realized this when I felt a rough, strong grip around my waist and someone's palm covering my mouth. I would not lie, I was scared, I even tried to scream and fight back. But this time the person behind me held me extremely tight, and opening my mouth was impossible.

My "kidnapper" dragged me to one of the rooms near us and as far as I could see the sign on the wall in front - written C. Sainz Jr.

I found myself inside the room and turned sharply as the Spaniard locked his door.

- Cosa ti permetti, idiota?! - I shouted and raised my hand with the idea of ​​"prizing" him with a strong slap. But Carlos had a lightning reaction and grabbed my wrist, then pushed me against the wall with his powerful body. At this point, the adrenaline and frustration after the race still caught up with me, and his actions seemed to aggress me rather than frighten me.

- Let me go or I'll leave you without heirs - I hissed, glancing down at his groin.

- Not before you explain to me what you did today? - Carlos answered me in the same tone, grabbing me by the elbows. - Why did you screw me up today?

- Did I screw you up? - I was surprised. - Carlos, I saved you twice from falling out of the top 3 in the earlier stage of the fucking race, and you tell me I screwed you up.

- I was 16 seconds faster and Charles was 17 - he said gruffly. - I have a feeling that you really have preferences and are mainly fighting for him, not for both of us.

- Don't talk nonsense Sainz - I tried to push him away, but he squeezed me tighter. - I try to do what I can, but I work with oligophrenics! Yesterday, Xavi, today Ricky...

- Yes, it's always someone else's fault Lissa - Carlos rolled his eyes. - When will YOU admit your guilt?! Even at the Qualifying...

- Sainz, stop it, I gave some regulations to the Quali, and the two fools who are leading you as race engineers failed everything! - I raised my voice slightly.

- You are out of shape, and it's all because of him! - Sainz shouted and left me speechless for a moment.

I was amazed that he attributed the results of the race weekend not to the condition of the cars, but to problems in my personal life. He had no way of knowing about Vasseur, that's for sure, but the hint... Was it related to my kiss with Charles?

- Lissa, do you think I don't see it? - he asked, shaking me slightly. - Yesterday you did not fight with Xavier because of yourself, but because of Charles. The looks you exchange... The way Leclerc follows you around like a dog, looking for any reason to...

- Sainz, what happens between me and Charles is none of your business! - I interrupted him hitting him in the chest, and he stepped back.

The driver looked at me with his big puppy hazel eyes and his face softened.

- Girl, how could you be so bling... - he shook his head. - Understand that from your infatuation with him I suffer!

- Stop blaming me, we have no relationship! - I shouted. - Our cars are lack of power! From the wrong system configurations and the reckless of Vasseur and your race engineers, the whole team suffers! I suffer too! I haven't had a day off since I've been here! Always either you or Charles have some problem or complaint and I try to please you and make you feel good. Do you even think about me? Didn't he see that things didn't work out, when you tried to pass Ocon like Leclerc does, you crashed into him, tried a second time and failed again. You just drive the fucking Ferrari like an old Golf! You waste a lot of time driving, doing it slowly and you're always behind Leclerc no matter what you do, unless he DNFs.

My words seemed to enrage Carlos as he grabbed my jaw with his huge palm and gave me a hard squeeze to shut me up.

- Stop comparing me to Leclerc - he gritted his teeth, and his face took on a devilish look. - Stop talking only about him!

- Sainz, it hurts me...

- It hurts me too when we are not equal, and he is put on a pedestal for you! - he hissed.

I grabbed his wrist to try to free myself from his grip. But the Spaniard did not let me go. He was extremely mad.

- Listen to me carefully, next week is the race in Spain - said Carlos in a menacing tone. - My home race. If something like this happens again, my "seat" on the team starts to wobble.

- Don't think that I have nothing to lose... - I said, and my eyes watered.

- I'll just keep an eye on you - he said. - Play for me, not against me, chiquita.

- I've never played against you Sainz - I whispered. - I don't mix personal relationships with work... Now let me go!

The interesting thing was that the moment I mentioned a personal relationship, he opened his chubby pink lips, his eyes widened as if in surprise, and he relaxed his grip around my face. I used the moment to push him away from me, then ran for the door. I unlocked it and finally managed to get out of the crazy Spaniard's trap. Behind me I heard something breaking, and I stopped for a moment and turned around. But I didn't come back and ran away in search of the people I felt as a safe place - Kika and Pierre.

Notes: Hello my dears! <3 HAPPY PODIUM ON THE LAST RACE BEFORE THE SUMMER BREAK!!!! <3 <3 <3 CHARLIE P3 BABY!!!! Praying hard Zandvoort will make us smile again! <3

So about the chapter - here we have a temperature increasing at the Ferrari hospitality. While Charles and Lissie are slowly getting out of their comfort zone, Sainz is also looking for his place under the Sun. Both even allowed themselves to be really harsh on Lissie. :O  But she forgave Charles, will she also forgive Carlos? Gotta wait for the next chapter to know! :P

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