Oh how you hated him, him and his cocky and prideful demeanor, that disgusting snarky grin he had on whenever he looked at you after winning a race, and that asshole voice of his that bragged on and on about himself, not giving another word about you or his team. You would've tended your resignation long ago if he just hadn't made it to the Grand Prix. "Thanks a lot for your help, Manager." he said with a chuckle in his voice as he held your waist lightly.