of course you were present in the motorsport world, hell you're max verstappen's wife and a damn good data analyst in your own right. you worked with red bull, improving the car performance and race strategies with the data of past races. you loved your job, despite the absolute headache it was with all the numbers (and people you had to talk to) but you got results. that's what mattered, and lord knows ferrari needed some of your magic touch (you'd helped out once or twice but you wouldnt tell max).

this being said, you of course worked with christian horner quite closely. you often joined him in meetings and asking him for approval with your stats, even though he didnt pay much attention at first. it was surprising when he suddenly took an interest into you and one of your collegues. nonetheless, you texted him about race strategies and new data you'd produced, he'd go off on tangents about his day and what not. and then it got inappropriate.

he asked weird questions, made you feel uncomfortable even coming to work. you came to work with a little pep in your step this morning, having got some coffee with max before coming in. you sat at your desk in red bull hospitality, ready for the practice runs to really see your data and ideas in action. it all was okay until a presence loomed behind you, draping an arm around you and saying something along the lines of "you look so good today."

you couldnt really get much more uncomfortable, pushing his arm off your shoulder. there wasnt much more you got done before he was getting shoved by max himself.

"the fuck do you think you're doing, klootzak. get your hands off my wife!" he screamed in horner's face, spit flying out of his mouth in rapid speeds while his face gets increasingly more flushed and red.

you stood off to the side in shock, you didnt think max would do that to horner of all people. his literal boss, the CEO of red bull racing. max turned away, making his way over to you.

"are you okay, schatje? he didnt hurt you, did he?" he asks, searching your face for any sign of pain.

"i swear, i'll kill him. ik zal hem vermoorden omdat hij je heeft aangeraakt."