The Lioness In Jaguar's Skin
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I’m greeted by Lando, who goes from a grin to sheer shock in half a second. His eyes are fixed on the Dutchman at my side. His brain is working so fast to process the unspoken information; his mouth is still open from the hello that died as he tried to speak it.
“Lando!” Max isn’t even fazed. He takes it all in stride, hugging the very confused Lando Norris whilst I slip past, into the house, seeing James looking at me with a can of coke in one hand and his other pointing at me as he grins maniacally.
“I KNEW IT!”
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Jessica Bond is one of a handful of rookies that have joined F1 this year. Signed for the newest team - Jaguar Racing - she hopes to just make it through her first year without any trouble. And without any drama.
But this is Formula 1. Drama is 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
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I slam the brake pedal as I try to move to the side of Daniel, but my car snaps, shunting into him. The force sends his car away from the barrier, clipping the rear of the McLaren. I go flying into the barrier, dangerously close to the orange car-
FUCK—
Air is knocked out of my lungs. I hear my radio going. I need a minute. I need to breathe. My ribs hurt. Fucking hell.
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- Part 1 of The Lioness In Jaguar's Skin
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“Ignore.” He mocks, scoffing yet again. “You will tell him he has small dick and cannot drive. You will tell him you are not some niñita that he can push around. You will make TikTok about getting three trophies in rookie year! I will help you make them.”
“Fernando, I really—”
“You make video, look happy, smile, point to trophy. I will make it nice. Then you post it.” He won’t let me get a word in. I’m really starting to regret this now… but a part of me also feels insanely emboldened by a man I idolised as a kid encouraging me to be petty and vindictive. “You will be bad guy.”
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With her first season in Formula 1 brought to an early - and unwanted - end, Jessica Bond is determined to look forward, to the next year.
If only it was as simple as it sounds.
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“Don’t ask.” Mick hisses before I can open my mouth. He looks shattered. Without much care, he’s yanking his shirt off, eyebrows drawn together as he inspects the damage from the coffee stain. “Scheiße.”
“I’m gonna ask.”
“My alarm didn’t go off. Starbucks was slow.” He rolls up the shirt as the lift pings and the doors open. I follow him out. “I tripped on a kerb.”
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- Part 2 of The Lioness In Jaguar's Skin