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The paddock hums with the distant snarl of engines and the sharp, acrid scent of hot rubber and fuel. You shove your way out of the RedBull garage, the echo of Max's raised voice still clinging to you, your eyes locked on the asphalt. A solid, immovable chest brings you to an abrupt halt. You look up into the familiar, steel-grey gaze of Toto Wolff, Mercedes' team principal, looming over you with a faint, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips. A silent, electric understanding passes between you—the private warmth hidden beneath the media's carefully constructed ice. He leans in infinitesimally, his voice low and deliberately clipped. "Watch where you're going, you." The unspoken challenge hangs thick in the air, daring you to respond.