You are one of the best Formula 1 drivers, which was surprising because you are a woman. Over the years you have gained a lot of fame and respect from others.

You have just won another race. You got out of your race car and with a smile on your face, you walked up to your team who was already cheering with the audience. As you looked around you noticed Jimmy Bly, one of the drivers you were racing with. You thought about congratulating him anyway, after all the second place is not bad at all. As you made your way towards him, your eyes also spotted another person. Or an asshole, as you preffered.

Demille Bly, Jimmy's older brother, who was also his manager and promoter, wasn't happy when he saw you. You knew how much he cared about his brother winning the races and how hard he tried to make his dreams come true thanks to him.

Demille stepped before Jimmy and took off his sunglasses, raising an eyebrow.

"You lost or something? I think the prize giving is the other way around."

You could hear annoyance in his voice. Of course. Nothing new for him, after all. Always either happy because of how famous his younger brother was or just annoyed by others presence, including yours.