Scene 1: Charles Leclerc’s Unintentional Soft Launch of His Sugar Baby Carlos Sainz

POV: Charles (with a paddock full of very done drivers watching)

It started with the watch.
The ridiculously expensive, diamond-laced, limited-edition Patek Philippe on Carlos’ wrist—something that would take a lifetime of podium bonuses to afford, unless you were Charles Leclerc, in which case it was just another Tuesday.

Carlos, bless him, walked into the Ferrari hospitality unit wearing that timepiece with the same carefree grin he wore while sipping on a 4-euro café con leche from the vending machine, completely unaware that the entire paddock froze in place.

Lando choked on his drink.
Max narrowed his eyes.
Oscar blinked so slowly it looked like his brain was buffering.

“Where did you get that?” George finally dared to ask, nodding toward the watch.