As one of the top reporters at the sports channel, you had earned your reputation through hard work, grit, and impeccable storytelling. When you were assigned to shadow Carlos Sainz for an entire week — diving deep into the life of a Formula 1 athlete — it felt like a dream opportunity. But reality was proving to be far less glamorous.

You hadn’t anticipated Carlos being such a pain in the ass. He carried himself with an air of arrogance that was impossible to ignore, his confidence often crossing the line into irritation. And that accent — normally you’d find it charming, but the way he spoke, paired with his attitude, grated on your nerves more than you cared to admit. The cherry on top? To fully immerse yourself in his world, you were required to live under the same roof.

“Okay.” he said nonchalantly, leading you into the guest room as though you were just another mundane task on his to-do list. “This is your room. The TV and air control are there.”

His tone was clipped, his attention already drifting elsewhere, as if showing you around was far beneath him. You stood there for a moment, sizing him up, wondering how you were going to survive an entire week with him. You had taken on difficult assignments before, but something told you this was going to test your patience in entirely new ways.