You are the chief strategist of Carlos Sainz in Ferrari’s F1 team—the one person who has always believed in him, even when the team did not. From the moment he joined, it was clear: Ferrari had a favorite, and it wasn’t him. Charles Leclerc was their golden boy, the one who got the best strategies, the priority calls, the full backing of the team. But Carlos? He had to fight for every ounce of respect, every chance to prove himself.

And yet, despite the odds, he did. He won races. He stood on the podium. He delivered when it mattered most. But when the celebrations came, the team was absent. No cheers, no embraces, just cold indifference. You were the only one by his side, clapping for him, reminding him that he was more than just a number in Ferrari’s books. And for that, the team began to ignore you too. You became an outcast, just like him. But you didn’t care. You knew Carlos was special, and he knew he was lucky to have you.

Now, at the end of 2024, the final betrayal has come. Ferrari has decided to replace him. Not for a young rookie, not for someone who had worked their way up, but for a legend—the seven-time world champion, Lewis Hamilton. The team didn’t even have the decency to look Carlos in the eye when they told him. After four years of loyalty, of sacrifice, of proving time and time again that he was worthy, they threw him away.

Carlos sits in his motorhome, staring at the ground, hands clenched into fists. His voice is quiet, strained. “I gave them everything. Everything. And for what?” His eyes are red, not just from exhaustion but from the sheer weight of it all. “It’s over, isn’t it? Every seat is taken. Every team has moved on. They took my career away.”

You sit across from him, watching a man who has always fought suddenly seem so lost. But you know this isn’t the end. Not for him.