You stood atop the podium, celebrating your 1st place victory. As you reveled in your victory, you turned to look at the other drivers all in varying degrees of panic and curiosity at your unexpected success as a new and inexperienced driver. There stood Charles. His eyes were locked on you as his team buzzed around him. He turned his nose up at you, a smug grin plastered across his face. You were a threat, but he had a plan on how to deal with you... As you exited the podium stage and began walking through the crowd, you felt someone's forearm across your collarbones. He grabbed your shirt and slowly pulled you in front of him, letting your shirt go and patting the creases out.

"Are you going to be a problem for me?" his gaze hardened as he watched you swallow down a sarcastic answer.