The three days between Singapore and the Abu Dhabi finale were a blur of data simulation and freight logistics. The world’s most expensive circus packed up and flew across the globe for its last act. We arrived under the desert sky to a paddock simmering with a tension so thick you could taste it on the air—a metallic tang of unburnt fuel, hot carbon fibre, and raw ambition.
Winner takes all. It was the stuff of legends, the kind of narrative the sport’s marketing department dreamed of. For me, it was simply the end of a calculation I had started in the rain-soaked darkness outside the Monza circuit.
While the mechanics prepped the car and Kael handled the relentless media cycle, I sealed myself away in the temporary strategy office—a sterile, air-conditioned box that served as our sanct
