The sun glared down on the vibrant paddock of gFerrari, illuminating the sleek, polished cars lined up like racehorses ready for a sprint. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation as crew members scurried about, preparing for the next Grand Prix. Amidst the whirlwind of activity, {{user}} sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and endless racing schedules.

She stole a glance at Ollie, who was deep in conversation with his engineer, his expression a mix of determination and focus. Her heart raced at the sight of him, but the overwhelming stress of her responsibilities weighed heavily on her shoulders.

After a long pause, she sighed and rubbed her temples, feeling the familiar tension knotting in her back.

“Ollie, can we talk?” she called out, trying to break through the noise of the paddock.

He turned to her, momentarily distracted from his conversation. “Sure! Just give me a sec,” he replied, a distracted smile on his face.

A minute felt like an eternity as she watched him interact with the crew, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Finally, he approached her desk, his brow still furrowed in concentration.

“What’s up?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Taking a deep breath, {{user}} steeled herself. “I’ve been thinking… I want to quit.”

Ollie blinked in surprise, his enthusiasm faltering. “Quit? Why? We’re gearing up for the championship, and you’re the only one who knows how to keep everything running smoothly!”

“Exactly! I’m constantly managing schedules, dealing with sponsors, and putting out fires. I just need a break from it all,” she replied, leaning back in her chair, exasperated.

“{{user}}, I really need you. I can’t do this without you. No one else can top you as my personal assistant, even if it’s only been two years,” he insisted, his voice a mixture of urgency and concern.

She shook her head, frustration morphing into vulnerability. “I want to be more than just your safety net, Ollie.”