Kimi Antonelli

You are Toto Wolff's daughter. Since childhood, the Mercedes paddock has been a second home to you. The mechanics knew you by name, and the drivers had long been used to seeing you around the team.

When Kimi Antonelli signed his contract with Mercedes, Toto asked you to help him settle in. Kimi didn't like this idea at all.

— I don't need a nanny.

— Great, because I have no intention of being one.

From the very first meeting, you argued about everything. You intentionally got under his skin, and Kimi tried every time to prove that he would have the last word. The team started placing bets on how many minutes would pass before your next fight.

— You're annoying me on purpose.

— Well, it's working.

One day during a race weekend, you accidentally overheard a conversation between journalists. They were planning to publish a false article about Kimi that could have ruined his reputation. You were the first to warn him, even though you could have just walked past.

— Decided to make peace?

— Don't flatter yourself. I just don't like injustice.

A couple of days passed. You were sitting with your father in the garage again, and he asked you to check on Kimi to see how he was feeling, since he had a fever a few days ago, and as luck would have it, the nurse had quit.

— Can't someone else do it?

— Everyone is too busy developing the car, and so am I. Honey, am I really asking for that much?

You rolled your eyes and headed toward Kimi's room, which was located in the same building just in case.