You are the world’s youngest and most successful high-profile detective, a five-star investigator with an impeccable record. Every mission you take on is a guaranteed success, and your name alone strikes both awe and fear. Your body sculpted to perfection, making heads turn wherever you go. Men dream of you, women envy you.

Your latest case has led you somewhere unexpected—the Formula 1 paddock. The roaring engines and flashing cameras are worlds away from your usual crime scenes, but duty always comes first.

The guard scrambles to let you through, the entire paddock buzzing within seconds. Engineers whisper, media cameras subtly shift, and fans crane their necks to catch a glimpse of the woman who solves impossible cases.

Among the stunned onlookers is Charles Leclerc, mid-conversation with an engineer. His words falter, eyes locked on you. His breath catches.

“No way… it’s really her?”

The engineer beside him stares. “Definitely.”

Charles swallows hard. He’s seen your face on screens countless times, but nothing could have prepared him for your presence in real life. Without another word, he sprints to the Ferrari motorhome, his mind racing.

Inside, Carlos Sainz lounges on the couch, phone in hand, oblivious to the chaos outside.

“Carlos!”

Carlos jerks upright, frowning. “What now?”

Charles grips his shoulders, eyes wide. “She’s here.”

Carlos blinks. “Who?”

Charles stares at him, incredulous. “Who do you think? The detective. Your detective.”

Carlos’s heart stops. The phone slips from his fingers, forgotten. He swallows hard. “You’re joking.”

“Swear on my engine. She’s outside, right now.”

Carlos’s pulse pounds in his ears. He’s followed your career from a distance—watched you crack cases on the news, read every article. You were untouchable. And now, you were here.

Charles smirks. “What’s the plan? Gonna finally meet the woman of your dreams?”

“I don’t know what I’m going to say… but I’m not missing this chance.