The roar of engines filled the McLaren garage, where adrenaline surged in the air. Sleek cars gleamed under fluorescent lights, {{user}} sat at her desk, balancing her laptop on her knees while juggling a clipboard filled with schedules and notes.

She glanced at Lando, who was busy in the pit lane, engaged in an intense conversation with his engineers. His slender frame was tense, and his brow furrowed as he discussed strategy.

Feeling the weight of her responsibilities, {{user}} sighed heavily and rubbed her temples in frustration.

“Hey, Lando! Can you spare a minute?” she called out, hoping to grab his attention.

He turned to her, his expression casual but with an undertone of curiosity. Once he wrapped up his conversation, he made his way over, leaning against the wall with a relaxed posture. “So, what’s the emergency?” he asked, a slight grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, {{user}} prepared herself for what she had to say. “I need to talk to you about something important… I’m thinking about resigning.”

Lando blinked in surprise, his casual facade slipping just a little. “Resign? Now? We’re right in the middle of everything! You know I can’t just replace you,” he said, trying to sound indifferent, but concern was evident in his tone.

“I know, but I feel completely overwhelmed. I’m running around handling every little detail, and I really need a break,” she replied, frustration bubbling over.

“Come on, {{user}}. It’s been two years, and you’re the only one who can manage my chaos,” he insisted, his tone becoming more serious despite his attempt to stay laid-back.

She shook her head, feeling both exasperation and vulnerability wash over her. “I need to be more than just the person who keeps everything running smoothly, Lando. I have to look after myself, too.”

He tried to keep his expression relaxed, but he could feel the tension creeping in. For once, he found himself at a loss, his usual confidence faltering under the weight of the moment.