The opposite of Luminis, who’d only wanted me as a diversity hire. The replacement twin. One Dubois for another. An easy trade—upgrade, actually, given my performance in comparison to Étienne’s.
SAFETY INFRACTIONS& DISCRETIONARY PENALTIES
FIA Code 39.3.1:
“Any driver leaving their car during a red flag condition must do so with due consideration for their own safety and the safety of others. Penalties are at the discretion of the Stewards and may consider context, urgency, and necessity.”
Necessity. Like trying to find out if the man I love stuck in a smoldering wreck was alive. But from a professional standpoint, I was just another driver who, out of concern for another, got out of my car to help.
Discretion. Theirs? Always weaponized. Mine? Never acknowledged.
Ididpause and make sure I was cleared to cross the live track. And while I had been cleared to complete the race, I couldn’t help but wonder—what would’ve happened had Callum not shown up?
RULES AROUND “BRINGINGTHE SPORT INTO DISREPUTE”
FIA Disc.Article 12.1.1(c):
“A breach is committed if a driver acts in a manner deemed prejudicial to the interests of competition or the image of motorsport.”
So let me get this straight. A woman reported a coordinated act of sabotage, was ignored, and then when she got out of her car to check on a driver who’d just been targeted—and nearly killed—they called itprejudicial?
Oh, I was about to be prejudicial as fuck.
Luminis Image Clause 18.6:
“Driver shall uphold the public integrity of the team brand. Any comment made regarding the FIA, motorsport authorities, or driver conduct must be approved prior to distribution.”
You mean… unless I quotedtheirconduct?
Because I had the tapes. I had receipts. And I had a racing seat they needed more than I needed them.
I went back to my Luminis contract. Clause after clause aboutimage,loyalty,compliance. I redlined every single section where “approval” was required.
They signed me because I was good press. They silenced me because I wastoo loud. But now that I had won? Now that I hadtraction?
I wasn’t asking for permission anymore.
My Ferrari contract was different. No gag orders. No media restrictions. No demands to “stay charming and composed.”
Just one simple clause that sealed the deal:
Ferrari Clause 3.1:
“The Driver shall compete as themselves. Unapologetically.”
God, I couldn’t wait to wear that red suit and burn this grid to the ground.
Until then? I had thirty-six hours until I was due back to Luminis HQ in Paris, with a pit stop to make in Monaco to a man who couldn’t outrun me.
I reached out toTwo Girls One Grid, toLa Piste Rose, toThe Motorsport Code. I set up interviews, both in-person and on the phone. Booked rides. Organized quotes. Sent my availability.
Then I started writing.
Not a script or a press release—a manifesto.
At the top of the page, I typed the first line with venom in my fingers:
“This is what happens when you try to silence the girl who already has a podium.”
