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Nathan POVI called Blake at six AM before Emily woke up."Tell me," I said."Gerard Fontaine," Blake said. "FIA Vice President of Sporting Governance. Thirty-one years inside that organisation. Nathan, he's been there since Emily was five years old.""And Marchetti reported to him directly.""Eleven years. Fontaine authorised the internal routing that made the complaint look procedurally legitimate. He gave Becker the green light to process it." A pause. "Nathan, he was at the Barcelona race weekend. He was in the Phoenix reveal press room. He shook Emily's hand at the post-race function and smiled for a photograph."I stood at the kitchen window."She shook his hand," I said."It's already off the team's social media. I pulled it at five AM." Blake's voice was careful. "Nathan, she needs to know today. Not Thursday when Marchetti names him publicly. Today, journalists will call her for an immediate reaction and she cannot be caught unprepared.""I know. I'll tell her this morning."

Nathan POV The kitchen table had too much food on it.Emily and Sofia had cooked pasta and garlic bread. Young Catherine had arranged the cutlery and was currently explaining to Marcus why his fork was in the wrong position.Marcus was listening with complete seriousness. As if fork placement was the most important conversation of his evening.I stood at the counter watching all of it and felt something I didn't have a good word for. "Nathan." Emily appeared beside me. She handed me a glass of wine. "Stop watching us like we're a painting.""I'm not.""You absolutely do." She leaned against the counter beside me. Our shoulders are touching. "You get it when something is happening that you want to remember."I looked at her. "Is that a problem?""No but I prefer it thoughtful.""Of course you do." She clinked her glass against mine. "Forty-seven minutes to midnight ."The acquisition is complete. Forty-seven minutes away."How do you feel?" I asked."Ask me at twelve-oh-one," she sai

Nathan POVThe team briefing started at nine AM sharp.Every chair was filled. Davies and Lucas at the front, James beside Claire and the full engineering group behind them. Blake in the corner with his tablet. And Emily at the head of the table looking like someone who had spent the last forty-eight hours watching the sport she loved get cleaned up and was now ready to build something inside the cleaner version of it.Marcus sat against the back wall. Nobody had told him to leave."Right," Emily said. "Four weeks to Silverstone. I'm driving and that's not changing." She looked at Davies. "What do you need from me?"Davies leaned forward. "Honestly? Your sector two data from Barcelona. Whatever you found in turn nine, James has been modelling it and we think it's worth more than three tenths if I can replicate it consistently.""It's not something you replicate from data," Emily said. "It's something you'd feel. The car tells you when the window is there." She paused. "I'll drive with

Nathan POVI found Emily in the study at seven AM with the door closed and her phone on the desk. I set a mug beside her without asking."Richter and Alves," she said."Both?""Both. This morning." She wrapped both hands around the mug. "Richter's father drove from Munich to watch the 2021 podium. Seventy-three years old. Cried when the complaint was filed." She looked at the desk. "Alves lost seven million in constructor prize money because of the points deduction."I sat down across from her. "Fontaine didn't just come after me," she said. "He sat in that office and picked people. Decided their results were inconvenient and processed complaints knowing exactly what it would cost them." She looked up. "Felix Richter's father is seventy-three, Nathan.""His podium is being restored," I said."I know.""Alves gets his seven million back.""I know that too." She exhaled. "I just keep thinking about how many people went home from race weekends believing they'd been cheated and having n

Emily POVEthan called on Thursday.I was in the middle of a strategy debrief with James when my phone lit up on the table. I saw his name and held up one finger to James."Give me two minutes."James nodded and stepped out.I answered. "Ethan.""Mum." His voice was deeper than I expected every time. Seventeen years old and it still surprised me. "Lily and I got the weekend pass from school. We're coming to Silverstone.""Both of you?""Both of us. Nathan sorted the travel." A pause. "Is that, is that okay? We didn't ask first. Lily said you called and you'd want us there.""Lily is completely right." I stood up from the table. "Ethan, I'm driving Saturday and Sunday. Both days. You'll be on the pit wall."Silence."You're actually driving," he said. "I thought it was just a one-lap thing.""Full race both days.""Mum." His voice changed. "We haven't seen you drive since we were little. Like properly drive.""I know.""Lily is going to lose her mind.""Good." I smiled. "Call me when y