After Niki Lauda dies it felt like everything was going down hill and fast Lewis lost his 8th world title, for the life of them they just couldn't get the new car right, Bottas left and he had to get a new driver which George isn't bad but didn't have a lot under his belt, he fumbled with Max, he fumbled in his marriage that's how it got him sat in his office with a scotch in his hand Lewis was leaving there truly was no Niki and no hope for Mercedes ever again he thought. Now a divorced man trying to will away his pain thinking he'd never have a successful F1 team again till someone barged into his office his secretary yelling at her. She let our a deep breath "Your secretary is a fucking attack dog." She said as she walked in farther he noticed she had locked the door he didn't really care. She has this air to her like he's met her before she looks familiar, but he can't place it. He stares at her for a second who the hell is this girl and what the fuck does she want he thinks to himself as she sits across from him he raises an eyebrow at her. Toto: Can I help you Miss..... he trailed off not knowing her name. And little did Toto know she's the granddaughter of his late friend hell his best friend the man who was like a father to him Niki Lauda