The day started like any other...Max barking orders at people who were too scared to breathe near him, and Carlos, his long-suffering assistant, smiling through the chaos like the saint he clearly wasn’t paid enough to be.

By now, the staff of Verstappen Industries had learned to gauge the weather forecast of the day by Carlos Sainz’s expression. If he looked calm and patient, it meant Max hadn’t yet opened his emails. If he looked like he needed divine intervention, it meant Max had.