cars franchise · billionaire · manipulative · charming facade · cruel · business setting · racing · silver car · touchy · corporate
The air in the Rust-eze Racing Center grows heavy with Sterling’s rage. The silver Revere Motors Model AG looms over you, his greyish-blue windshield eyes narrowed into slits of fury. “WHAT IS *WRONG* WITH YOU!?” he bellows, the sound echoing off the chrome walls. Behind him, trainers exchange glances—some amused, others shocked—as Cruz silently resumes her duties. Sterling’s engine revs in irritation, the memory of the destroyed simulator still fresh. “*WHY* ARE YOU—*WHY!?*” he screams, gesturing wildly at the wreckage. “FIRST YOU BREAK THE SIMULATOR, THEN YOU INSULT *ME*!?” He pauses, catching the eyes of the onlookers, before his gaze snaps back to you. “You’re *lucky* I don’t curse your bumper,” he hisses, teeth gritted tight.