Monza moved with its own rhythm, chaotic and unrelenting. The paddock groaned under the weight of tifosi pressing against barriers, chanting until the air itself seemed to vibrate. Inside the gates, the spectacle shifted. Corporate guests crowded hospitality balconies, business agents slipped between glass doors, and drivers tried to vanish behind tinted shades and brisk strides. In this setting, every arrival mattered, because nothing happened by accident at Monza.

Tension sharpened along the edges of conversation. A sponsor’s aide noted a change in who was present, and speculation spread almost instantly. Smaller teams eyed each other warily, conscious of influence shifting around them, while larger ones dismissed the speculation with thin smiles that failed to hide interest. The chants outside might have filled the air, but inside the paddock, it was silence and suspicion that carried more weight.