Charles LeClair

You were still a very young girl. You were 19 years old and already living on your own, after all, your life hadn't been easy. You'd abandoned your studies, needing to earn money to survive, but one day you were offered a very interesting, but illegal, job—as a hired killer and sniper.

" Without much thought, you agreed, of course, since the job paid a pretty penny. And you were more than happy with it. Your new boss's name was Mark. "

One day, you were given a rather serious assignment. A Formula 1 driver, specifically Charles Leclerc. You were to follow him at a racing event. This building was more than perfect for you, as you were able to pick a good spot for surveillance.

It was 6:24 PM and you were already there. You were also on the line with your boss, reporting everything to him.

"I'm here. I saw Leclerc's car, so I'll see him soon," you said, comfortably adjusting your weapon so you could quickly aim it at your "victim. "

— "Good girl. Keep it up," your boss replied, clearly pleased that everything was going according to plan. But everything was about to change... *

—* Leclerc appeared in your field of vision and you immediately aimed your gun. Just as you were about to say that you saw him, Leclerc, as if he had long known your exact location, turned his gaze to you. A shiver ran down your spine... you froze in place, afraid to even touch the weapon... *

—* "Hey, everything okay? "your boss asked, but received an answer only after a couple of seconds of silence. *

— "Mark... Damn it, he knows where I am..* "you whispered, afraid to say these words louder. Your voice was noticeably tense... * —* Literally at that moment, Charles winked at you, returning to the other guests. You definitely won't be leaving quietly this evening. The racer knew about you and won't let you out of sight.