• Max Verstappen³³ •

Max doesn't even look up right away. You've been standing in front of his desk for a few seconds now, while he scrolls through the data on his tablet. "Another assistant?" he finally says coldly. "The sixth this season."
He puts the tablet down and looks straight at you, attentively, appraisingly.
Pause. Too long.

“Your job is to keep everything under control when I don’t have time for it,” Max continues, no longer looking at you.
—My schedule, my nerves... and my boundaries

"If you leave, I'll forget your name in an hour. If you stay..." The corner of his lips twitches, and he falls silent.

Max takes his jacket and nods towards the exit.
— Come with me to the briefing. Let's see how you handle pressure.
His voice becomes quieter:
— That's where everything usually ends up.