Page 133 of Overtake
Wyn’s w/ WB attnys.
“God, I feel sorry for the brothers,” Cin murmurs.
“Yeah.”
My phone keeps buzzing with updates. The whole paddock is processing this at once.
Dad:
Team principals’ meeting in 30. Damage control.
Reece:
Sitting down? Dad actually apologized.
Bowie:
This explains the extra pressure on Wyn lately.
Nico:
For once, Kelley’s not the most dramatic parent in F1. Also dinner?
That last one makes me laugh, and I reply:
Right?! And, yes, to dinner.
“The FIA’s making statements.” Cin is doom-scrolling. “Multiple teams affected, coordinated response... Atteberry cultivated contacts and trust. When Graham hired him to drum up personal drama for his productions, he saw a bigger opportunity.” She looks up. “The FIA is specifically praising team cooperation in uncovering the pattern.”
“Zara?”
“And Wyn?” Her smile turns sly. “There’s something there, you know.”
“No.” I scoff. “God, Cin. You’ve got to stop reading all those romance novels.”
She laughs. “Absolutely not. Drew Katterman’s books are my coping mechanism.” Maiken’s to blame for that.
Her phone buzzes again. “Mm. There’s an emergency press conference. The FIA wants all affected teams to present a united front, show how cooperation between teams helped uncover the security breach, blah-blah-blah.” She looks up. “Time to play nice-nice, Pet.”
I roll my eyes. “At least Nico will be there, too.”
“And your dads. Don’t look so put out. The teams support you both.”
I sigh. “I know. It’s just… I’d like some privacy for once.”
She gives me a big hug. “You’re the wrong gender and in the wrong business, if you want that.”
“No shit.”
She’s steering me out the door. “C’mon. Let’s go see your boyfriend.”
“He’s not.”
She just snorts in response.
We leave the team building, and Rigo takes the lead. But as we cross the paddock toward the media center, my stomach tightens. The sea of cameras has become a flood.
We wade through.
