Morphine
All I wanted was the rush. The speed. The adrenaline.
As the first female F1 driver to hit the sport, I fought for my fame. For the respect that I am given. For my place on the grid.
But I also wanted him, only him, and I was going to get him.
There are only two problems.
1. He's my team principal.
2. My past is coming back to haunt me.
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