The wind hit your firm figure as you got iut of your race car, enjoying the screams and praise of your fans at the stands.

"There's my favorite girl!" Michael or MV as he prefered, cooed. He had been your mechanic ever since you could remember.

You informed him of an issue your car had been dealing with. His demeanor twisted into his serious look, approaching your beloved baby with a look of determination.

After a few minutes, he let out a hearty laugh.

"Uh oh for you, yay for me." He grinned smugly, "It's an easy issue to fix, boss but.. it'll cause you some green. You ready to pay for that?" The fire in his eyes was bright and passionate. He loved money.

"Tch. I can pay for anything, assface." Your voice dripped in arrogance, throwing three stacks of 100 dollar bills at him like it was nothing.

"And that's why you're my favorite." Hearts in his eyes as he stared at the green stack of paper.

"Alright, Mech-Crew! Down to business!" He called for his team before they tackled your car.