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Chapter Twenty
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2026-09-11 18:46:34
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Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Twenty One
The first roar of the engine silenced six hundred people.A second later, the enormous screens suspended above the Street Nation Performance stage came alive, and the ballroom erupted.Serena stood behind the curtain with Elena and two members of the production team, watching the live feed as the SN-R rolled through a tunnel of white light onto the circular platform at the center of the room. Camera flashes went off almost immediately. Music surged back through the speakers, the revolving platform began to move, and somewhere beyond the curtain a man shouted loudly enough about the car’s rear profile that Serena laughed.Elena glanced at her. “I think he likes it.”“I’m concerned about how much.”Another cheer rose from the ballroom as the SN-R completed its first rotation beneath the lights.Elena laughed. “Six hundred people and somehow we found the loudest one.”“Put him near the press when they start asking difficult questions.”“Noted.”The stage manager appeared beside them with
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Twenty
By Thursday afternoon, the SN-R had acquired three new sensors, a revised rear damper setting and an audience.Serena stood beside Daniel beneath one of the temporary canopies Street Nation had erected along the private test facility’s outer paddock, studying the telemetry from Tuesday’s high-speed run. The outdoor preview had brought selected automotive journalists, commercial partners and several Aella executives to the facility ahead of Street Nation Performance’s official launch, but the development team had spent most of the afternoon answering questions about the cars rather than entertaining guests.Serena preferred it that way.“So it wasn’t the steering.”“No.” Daniel enlarged one section of the trace. “You were feeling the consequence through the front, but the instability came from the rear. Under sustained high-speed load, once the tires reached the upper end of the temperature window, the damper response wasn’t controlling the weight transfer as consistently as we expecte
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Nineteen
The Taylor estate was quiet when Damian arrived.One of the night staff met him in the entrance hall, offering a polite, “Good evening, Mr. Taylor,” that Damian acknowledged with little more than a nod before continuing deeper into the house. He hadn’t decided to come here. He had simply driven, and apparently some part of him had decided his own apartment was the last place he wanted to be.A piano sounded somewhere beyond the main sitting rooms.Damian slowed. Only one person in the family regularly touched the Steinway in the music room.He followed the music down the corridor and stopped in the open doorway. Sophie sat at the grand piano with her back partially toward him, fingers moving easily across the keys. She played for another few seconds before glancing over her shoulder, and the moment she saw him, her hands stopped.“Okay. What happened?”Damian walked past her without answering. A drinks cabinet stood against the far wall, and he opened it, selected the whiskey and pour
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Eighteen
Serena stopped several feet from her apartment door. Damian had removed his jacket and folded it over one arm, but otherwise he looked exactly as he had at Street Nation: controlled, immaculate and entirely too comfortable standing somewhere he had not been invited.Her irritation returned with astonishing speed. “What are you doing here?”“We need to talk.”“We already did. You decided to do it in front of half the development floor.”His jaw tightened. “That wasn’t a conversation.”“No, it was you losing your temper because I did the job your company hired me to do.” Serena walked toward the door and pulled out her keys. “Go home, Damian.”“Serena.”She unlocked the door, then looked back at him. “I’m not having this argument in the hallway.”It wasn’t an invitation so much as an acknowledgment that he clearly wasn’t leaving. Damian followed her inside, and Serena dropped her bag onto the console before turning to face him.“If you’ve come here to tell me again that I was driving to
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Seventeen
The next lap was different. Serena stopped chasing speed and let it come to her instead, giving the SN-R room to show her what it was doing. She repeated the same braking points, paid attention to the steering as the tires came fully into temperature and deliberately varied her throttle application through the faster sections. By the time she crossed the line again, she had stopped thinking about the people in the garage entirely.When she brought the car back in, Daniel was already waiting beside the bay. Serena climbed out and pulled off her helmet. “The steering gets lighter after repeated load through the right-hand sequence, but only once the car’s properly warm. It settles again if I back off for a lap.”Nina looked immediately toward the telemetry screens while Evan Shaw stepped closer. “The steering trace looks consistent.”“It won’t if you’re only looking at input,” Serena replied as she joined them at the monitor. There was no irritation in her voice this time. “I’m not sayi
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Sixteen
Serena arrived at Street Nation’s development facility ten minutes early and in a better mood than anyone had a right to be before eight in the morning.Of everything included in the eighteen-month partnership, this was the part she had been looking forward to most. Campaign shoots and launch events had their appeal, but the SN-R was different. Daniel’s team wanted more than a face beside a finished car; they wanted her observations while the car was still being shaped, wanted her to drive it hard enough to find what numbers alone could not always explain.That interested her.By the time Serena crossed the main reception area with coffee in one hand and her driving bag over one shoulder, she had already gone through Daniel’s preliminary notes twice.She made it within three feet of the secured doors before a man stepped into her path.“Sorry, you can’t go through there. This section is restricted.”There was nothing offensive about the warning, so Serena stopped easily and reached fo
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