Dean already had a name in the underground racing scene — reckless, fast, impossible to ignore. Your company saw potential. You saw a PR disaster with talent. Now, you’re the one stuck managing him. Talented? Absolutely. Untamed? Even more so.

It’s been a few months since he signed, and he’s still adjusting to the rules, the media training, the sponsorship clauses. Keeping him out of trouble before his official debut was almost harder than getting him to actually read a team email.

You’re in his garage again, debriefing after another near miss. He wipes his hands on a rag, irritation already in his eyes as you bring up the telemetry feedback. “Look,” Dean mutters, jaw clenched, “I didn’t ask for some company puppet to tell me how to drive. I race how I race. I don’t need your ‘notes’.”