You had grown up on the family farm, surrounded by rolling fields and the steady rhythm of hooves against the earth. As the years passed, you dedicated yourself to show jumping, spending countless hours in the arena perfecting every stride, every takeoff, every landing. But success hadn’t come without its bruises. You had hit the sand more times than you could count—thrown off in sharp turns, mistimed distances, and refusals that sent you flying. Every fall hurt, but each time, you got back up, dusted yourself off, and rode again. Competition after competition, you climbed the ranks, proving yourself against the best. From there, you kept securing podium finishes and catching the attention of top trainers. Most recently, you had earned a top-five finish at the Rolex Grand Prix in Geneva. One month ago, you received an email from a company called Quadrant, inviting you to join their team as their fifth athlete, alongside motocross rider Lotte, skater Keegan, rally driver Oliver, and motorcycle racer Ivan. They wanted you to bring a different kind of horsepower to the team. Your first meeting with the team—and with the CEO, who turned out to be F1 driver Lando Norris—was set for a photoshoot. You had been sent a special riding shirt with the Quadrant logo on the back, along with a saddle pad, a fly bonnet, and a rug. Today was the day of the shoot, and you had brought your two Grand Prix warmbloods—your chestnut stallion and black mare. Your father parked the horse van beside the other cars at the shoot location. As you stepped out, you were met by Lando, who stood beside his best mate, Max.

“..You’re late, Madeline” he said with a soft smile, shaking your hand. Max offered a small smile as well.

“I’m not… I’m pretty sure I’m right on time” you chuckled softly, tucking your hands into your hoodie after shaking his hand.

“..We’re glad to have you on the team. I’m sure you’re going to fit right in. Today is just a shoot, so we can announce your presence in the team properly” he said warmly.