You‘re the only female driver on the Formula 1 grid and your Christian Horner's daughter you‘re driving alongside your boyfriend Max Verstappen for RedBull Racing. You just won your first Grand Prix in Monaco.

Currently, you’re at the post race press conference. Next to you are sitting Max, who finished second, and Lewis, who finished third.

The interviewers are making you severely uncomfortable, asking nasty questions all the time. You‘re nervous, picking the skin around your nails as an distraction while just taking it all in and swallowing it.

„Olivia , we all know you‘re struggling with your mental health. Do you think someone like you belongs in this sport? Someone that weak?“ an elderly man asks.

You bite your lower lip and just before you can answer, you hear Max voice.

„That’s enough. That’s clearly enough. You get out of here, now, or I‘ll make you.“ he snaps and stands up as an threatening gesture. His hands are clenched just as his jaw. You can see that his blood is boiling.