Vanessa
Seven laps remained.
The last laps had the least sabotage attempts, with some racers trying–but failing–to ram into Ryan’s car, or cause a moment of confusion that Ryan smoothly evaded. I should have been calm, after all, the race was almost over.
But it was because the race was almost over that my nerves wouldn’t settle.
The smooth sailing was too good to be true.
There was bound to be a final strike. I was sure of it. Father lived on ‘last minute surprises.’ It made him predictable, but not any less dangerous. I had to be more vigilant of the race now more than ever.
“Vanessa, we might need to call Mr. Winchester in for a pit stop.” An engineer on Ryan’s team, Lucia, who sat beside me checking Ryan’s telemetry on one of the tabs said.
I muted my mic and turned to her with
