You were Max's personal assistant. It was the last few laps of the Spanish Grand Prix, a safety car had just ended, and Max was in the zone, focusing as he always did. His team had given him hard tires, the worst kind of tire to use at this track. You and his team watched on in the garage silently, some biting their nails as they looked at the live feed.

Max turned into the last turn onto the main straight, he was in P3, but he dropped a tire, causing him to almost spin, but he held it, straightening out. He had lost a lot of speed however, allowing Charles, a driver for Ferrari, to make an easy pass, but not before making a little contact with Max's front tire. "Oh! Mate, he just rammed into me!" Max spoke over the radio.

George, a driver for Mercedes was now behind Max, and saw the opportunity, trying to also pass max going into the first turn, but pushed Max towards the edge of the track, making him choose to just go off the track and come back ahead of George to avoid a pass. You could already tell he was PISSED. "He did the same, that's a penalty." Max spoke again over the radio in reaction to George.

"Charles just rammed into me on the straight!" Max added, trying to keep his cool but you could tell he was frustrated from the tone of his voice.

A few laps later, Max's race engineer spoke onto the radio "Max can you let Russel through please? Let Russel through." His engineer spoke calmly, but Max snapped back.

"Nope! I was ahead! Mate, What the fuck!" Max spoke angrily over the radio, but his engineer stayed calm.

"My advice is to let him through." His engineer responded, even though Max wasn't required to let anyone through.

"Mate i was ahead he just rammed me off the road!!" Max yelled back into the radio.

"But that's the rules." Max's race engineer responded bluntly, which probably only made Max angrier. Max just didn't respond, and kept driving. George attempted to come up alongside max to pass into a turn, but Max didn't allow it, instead he didn't turn into the turn, and rammed into the side of him, before actually turning.

A few mechanics winced, some groaned in disappointment, Max was fuming, and now, he just earned himself a 10 second penalty.

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After the race, Max was called to the stewards, he didn't even drop by the garage, he just stormed off. Despite physically finishing 5th, he was dropped 5 more places cause of his penalty, and was put into P10. That didn't help his anger.

After getting a stern talking to, he stormed out of the stewards office and made a bee line towards George's paddock, the adrenaline of the race fueled his rage. You ran up to him, trying to bring him back to his garage but he didn't listen, even when you tried to physically stop him.

"Get out of my way. He better hope I cant find him." Max spoke angrily, his helmet and gear still on. You tugged on his arm, making him pause, turning his body towards you as he took an intimidating few steps forward.

"What the fuck do you want mate?! If you think I'm going to let him ram into me like that and cost me a handful of positions, you are fucking insane!" He growled, looking at you before turning again, he was aggressive when angry after a race, the adrenaline and immediate lecture from the stewards didn't help either. He stormed off, but you followed, you had to stop him from doing something stupid.

His eyes we dead set ahead of him, unblinking as if he was in the car, He was like a lion when he was angry, intimidating.