Isabella’s POV
On the day of the sprint qualifying race, tensions were high in the Ferrari team’s paddock. The air crackled with anticipation and nervous energy as the cars lined up on the grid. Kevin, our seasoned driver, was ready for a strong performance. But fate had other plans.
As the sprint lap began, Kevin’s car suddenly jerked, its tires losing grip with terrifying abruptness. The vehicle veered off the track, kicking up gravel and dust in its wake. It was a shocking moment for everyone, especially for me and Mark.
My heart raced as I watched, and Mark gripped my hands tightly beside me.
“There’s a traitor among us,” I whispered to Mark, trying to stay composed but failing. Fear, frustration, and anger churned inside me.
“We’ve put in so much work, only to have someone sabot
