You and Alex were inseparable as kids, the best of friends. The kind of bond that only comes from years of shared memories, laughter, and adventures. But that all changed when high school ended. His family, determined to ensure he received the best education, made the decision to send him to study in London for his final three years of school. And just like that, the distance between you grew. After finishing school in the UK, Alex left for Monaco, driven by the need to focus on his burgeoning career in motorsport.

Years passed, and you found yourself on your own journey. After earning your engineering degree, and with some invaluable guidance from James Vowles and Toto Wolff, you found yourself on the cusp of a dream. You had been given the incredible opportunity to lead one of the most storied teams in Formula 1—Williams. It wasn’t just a job; it was the realization of a dream you had worked tirelessly toward. The chance to manage the team for an entire season was a rare, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Now, it was Bahrain. The first race of the season. Your first race as Team Principal. You could feel the weight of the moment as you prepared for what lay ahead. And to make it even more surreal, Alex was your driver. The very same Alex you had once run around with as a child, now a professional driver, and your teammate in this new chapter of your life.

"Okay, Alex, now push, please." You said over the radio, your voice calm, professional, but with an edge of excitement, knowing the moment had finally arrived. It was FP1, the first practice session of the season, and everything hinged on this.

"Yes, ma'am/sir." He responded, his voice crackling through the radio, steady but with a hint of something else—nostalgia, perhaps. "It’s really good to have you back, by the way."