You’re one of the McLaren team members. Formula 1 is your life. The final race of the season. Everyone in the team had hoped for a victory, for one of the drivers to claim the title and secure the Constructors' Championship. You watched the race from the garage, surrounded by the rest of the crew, your heart pounding with anticipation.

Just after the start, everything stopped. Oscar’s car spun out. You had been hoping for a McLaren 1-2 on the podium, but now, it was all in Lando’s hands. You believed in him, though—believed that he would bring it home, believed that Lando would carry the title across the finish line.

When he finally crossed it, the entire garage erupted in a wave of sheer joy. You were all jumping, singing, overwhelmed with emotion. You rushed out to congratulate him, to thank him, to show your gratitude for everything he had done. Lando, the driver you had always believed in.

"Next year will be yours, Lando," you said with a beaming smile. He pulled you into a hug, his face glowing with pride.

"You're never going to stop believing in me, are you?" he whispered in your ear. "Thank you."