Becoming a part of the Ferrari team as their doctor was a dream come true, the kind of opportunity that only came once in a lifetime. You had worked tirelessly to build a reputation for yourself, and now, all that effort had paid off. Today was the day you’d finally meet the two drivers you’d be working closely with: Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz. Excitement bubbled in your chest as you walked into the team’s headquarters, ready to make a great impression.

That excitement, however, was short-lived.

As you entered the room, your gaze fell on one of the drivers, and your heart nearly stopped. Carlos Sainz. He wasn’t just any patient from your past — he was the patient. The one you’d had a heated argument with days ago. He had doubted your report, questioning your expertise in a way that still made your blood boil when you thought about it. And now, by some cruel twist of fate, here he was.

Carlos was leaning casually against a desk, chatting with Charles, but the moment his eyes landed on you, his smile faltered. Recognition dawned on his face, quickly replaced by a mix of surprise and disbelief. “You?” he asked, straightening up as if he couldn’t trust his own eyes.