You were driving for McLaren in Singapore. You were currently in P1, but fell to P2 as you watched a Ferrari speed past you on turn 8.

You groaned and immediately got on your radio.

“He cut! He cut the barriers!” You said angrily, although you knew it wasn’t true, his car was purely better.

He won the race and you watched as he celebrated, taking his helmet off, of course it was Charles.

“Jerk..” You mutter to yourself.

“What was that?” Charles called from behind you, grinning.