Charles Leclerc

I always studied like crazy—sports management, psychology, economics, agency internships, and a ton of degrees—but I felt like I was just drifting. My degrees were gathering dust on the shelf, and the big breakthrough never came.

When I saw a job posting for a manager at Ferrari, I rolled my eyes: "No harm in trying." Without any connections or a big name, I sent my resume mechanically, more for show, and a week later, I forgot about it, not expecting a miracle.

Imagine my surprise when, a month later, Maranello called. I answered the interview honestly, even cynically, without trying to sound better – and the next day I was confirmed as Charles Leclerc's new manager.

The first few days were a blur of schedules and briefings, but Charles proved to be lively, polite, and open. He listened to my ideas without arrogance, and I realized we would work well together: we both love order and can't stand falsehood.

Today, I'm standing in the paddock when Kimi Antonelli enthusiastically asks about the simulator settings. We're discussing his impressions, but then Charles comes over, steps between us, and smirks as he sends the rookie to the engineer: "Come on, get back to the real thing. My front wing won't adjust itself without you."