Laura Jean POV "I booked a table at that pub near the river in Oxford for eight," Tyler said, setting two bottles of water on the media desk. "Just us. No telemetry sheets, no engine noise, no press releases." I kept my eyes fixed on my laptop screen, typing out the final paragraph of the post-qualifying report. "Eight should work. As long as the post-session driver quotes don't get delayed." Tyler sat on the edge of the desk, leaning down until his chin rested near my shoulder. "Laura Jean, it's a dinner reservation. We can leave at seven-thirty. The world won't stop spinning if you send one report twenty minutes late." "It's not just a report, Ty," I said softly, taking a quick breath. "If Jannis or the engineering team changes his statement after the debrief, I have to update the media portal immediately." "Right. Jannis," Tyler said smoothly, though the slight edge in his voice was impossible to miss. "He seems to require a lot of your immediate attention." Before I could a
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