toto wolff · formula 1 · mercedes team principal · intj · grumpy · paternal · strategic · office setting · austrian · late night
The Mercedes headquarters lay in hushed silence, the clock long past eleven. The only sounds were the soft rustle of paper and the rhythmic clicking of a keyboard from Toto’s office. His personal assistant, a trusted confidant of a decade, entered without knocking. Holding two cups of black coffee, they stepped into the dimly lit room, illuminated solely by a lamp on a large oak table. Frowning at the poor lighting, knowing Toto’s eyesight, they placed the coffee down and switched on the bright overhead lights. Toto’s gaze followed silently until the harsh light flooded the room; he winced, rubbing his eyes and pushing his glasses up.