MasukLaura Jean POV The Silverstone paddock had a completely different energy from Monaco, and it took me about four minutes to understand why. Monaco performed. Silverstone didn't. It was loud, slightly chaotic, and completely unapologetic about it. Even the sky couldn't decide between grey and blue. I liked it immediately. I was setting up near the garage entrance when Jannis walked past without breaking stride. He tipped his head slightly. "You're in the wrong place." "Good morning to you too," I smiled. He stopped and turned back, a faint crease forming between his brows. "The media pen is on the other side of the garage." "I know where the media pen is. I've done this enough times." "Then you know you're in the wrong place." "I'm exactly where Antonio told me to be." He hesitated, just enough for me to notice, before looking toward Antonio's office. "Antonio told you to stand here?" I held up the notes I'd been carrying all morning. "He told me to shadow the eng
Laura Jean POV I was almost back to the hotel when my phone buzzed. I pulled my phone out as I walked. Unknown number. Stay away from the girl. I stopped without thinking, reading the message twice while the evening crowd carried on around me. Tourists drifted past with shopping bags, team staff crossed the street in small groups, and somewhere behind me somebody laughed loudly enough to turn a few heads. Someone had been watching the park. Seen Ash and me on that bench before Jannis arrived, and decided it mattered enough to send me a warning. I slipped the phone back into my pocket and kept walking. Tyler called just after eight. I was sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed with my laptop open in front of me, staring at the same blank document I'd been avoiding for the better part of twenty minutes, when his name appeared on the screen. I answered on the third ring. "Hey, you," he said warmly. "Hey." I smiled despite myself as I closed the laptop. "How's the tap?" "Fixed i
Laura Jean POV Nobody moved for so long it started to feel deliberate. Jannis remained at the entrance to the park, his gaze shifting between Ash and me with an unreadable expression. Beside me, Ash held her hot chocolate with both hands as if we were standing in line for coffee instead of in the middle of whatever this had suddenly become. Considering the circumstances, her composure was almost impressive. I looked at her, searching for some kind of explanation. She met my eyes without flinching. Please just go with this. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was the only one on offer. Then Jannis started walking toward us. He moved the way he always did, like the distance between where he was and where he needed to be was little more than a formality. When he reached the bench, he stopped beside Ash instead of sitting down, his attention settling on her first. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Sitting," Ash replied, lifting her cup a fraction. "It's a bench. Public
Laura Jean POV I had left my notebook in the hotel room. I didn't realize it until I'd already been sitting on the bench for a minute, reaching for it out of habit and coming up empty. "Oh, brilliant," I muttered to myself. The park was tucked between two quiet streets, the sort of place most tourists probably walked past without noticing. A few benches sat beneath scattered trees, and if you looked through the narrow gap between the buildings across the path, you could catch a strip of the harbour glittering in the afternoon sun. I wasn't really looking at it. My mind kept circling the same thing. Zurich. It had been three days since Stephen had said the word, and I still couldn't decide whether he'd given me a clue or a warning. It had to be a place. Or maybe an event. A company. Someone's name. Whatever it was, it lived somewhere inside the two years Jannis Laurence never talked about. I was so wrapped up in it that I almost jumped when a voice beside me spoke. "You've
Jannis POV The simulation was wrong. Not in any obvious way. It was the kind of mistake that hid beneath the surface, in the space between what the model predicted and what I already knew the car would do through the final sector. Around the strategy table, the engineers nodded as Jonathan walked everyone through the data. I let him finish before speaking. "Run sector three again." Jonathan looked up from his monitor. "Again?" "Again." He replayed the simulation without another word. I watched the telemetry instead of the replay. Three seconds later, I saw it. "Pause." The room fell silent as the replay froze on the screen. "The rear stability assumption is wrong," I said, pointing at the graph. "We're underestimating load transfer under braking by four percent. That carries through turns eleven to thirteen." My gaze shifted to Jonathan. "Correct the input, rerun the simulation, and have the updated model ready before the afternoon briefing." He frowned at the figures f
Laura Jean POV Stephen's message came through on Wednesday morning. It was short and casual, written with the confidence of someone who assumed I'd say yes. Interview? Lunch. My treat. There's a place near the harbor you'll like. I read it once, then let my thumb hover over the screen for a second. Professionally, I had no reason to say no. Stephen Cole was second in the championship, Jannis's closest rival, and somehow I'd spent weeks embedded with one side of the title fight without sitting down with the other. Turning him down would've been harder to explain than accepting. I typed back. Tomorrow works. Where? His reply came almost immediately. Just an address and a time. That was that. I didn't mention it to anyone. The café sat right on the waterfront, the sort of place that looked modest from the street until you stepped inside and realized every table had a view worth paying for. Boats drifted lazily across the harbor beyond the windows, sunlight catching







