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of Monaco. I wished I could relax enough to do the same. I still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, and I hadn’t really wanted her to come. What if I screwed it up? I didn’t want her to see that. But she had really wanted to come with me, and it seemed I could never say no to Kristina.
When we arrived at the address Dominic had given us, we could hear Dominic shouting as soon as we got out of the car. He was berating someone for a mix-up on an order of engine parts. Now that was the Dominic I knew. I barely recognized the smiling, friendly Dominic that came to see me yesterday. The real Dominic was all about money, targets and working people to the bone.
He kept up his shouting, directing it at some poor mechanic, until we were right outside the garage at the base of the building.
As he looked up at us, the change in his expression was almost comical. A broad grin spread over his face and I could almost see the dollar signs light up in his eyes.
“Jack, thanks for coming,” he said, striding over to us. “Kristina, it’s nice to see you again,” he added flippantly before turning his attention back to me.
“We got held up,” I said and didn’t offer any further explanation.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. We haven’t packed up the simulator yet. We’ve still got plenty of time. It’s this way.”
As he led us inside the garage and through a set of plain grey doors into an equally grey corridor, he looked at me over his shoulder, giving me another broad grin.
I was regretting coming already.
The inside of the building was depressing. The walls were all painted the same light grey, and dark grey carpet covered the floor. As we walked further into the building, the lights grew dim. The walls were scuffed in this section of the building and they hadn’t even bothered with carpet. Our footsteps echoed as we followed Dominic.
We stepped around the bright yellow “wet floor” sign, and Dominic scowled at the poor janitor mopping the floors.
Even that job seemed appealing to me right now. Hell, I could think of a million and one jobs I’d prefer to be doing instead of this.
Dominic stopped in front of a door with the initials S.I.M. printed on it.
I took a deep breath. I was really feeling uneasy now. What if I screwed this up? I felt a shooting pain in my leg, and I tried to tell myself it was all in my head.
Dominic opened the door with a flourish. “Here we are!”
We stepped inside the dark room. The only light was coming from the faint glow of the electronic dashboard of the simulator.
The simulator was larger than a car and it was fully enclosed, so when the driver was inside he was sealed off from the external environment. I knew why they did that. It was supposed to make you concentrate more on the track and eliminate potential distractions, but the sight of the machine made me swallow hard.
I’d spent a high percentage of my career in simulators of one type or another. They had been a cornerstone in my training program, so this wasn’t anything new. Sure, the machine was slightly upgraded, but how much could have changed in one year?
I’d done this thousands of times before, so why did I suddenly feel so scared? I tried to shake it off and stepped further inside the room, moving towards the blue glowing lights of the simulator.
Dominic pressed a button on the side of the machine and the entire top part of the simulator slowly eased upwards, revealing the black leather interior, the screen and a huge array of buttons.
“There have been a few changes,” Dominic said. “But I’m sure you’ll quickly get to grips with it.”
I stared down at all the buttons. Dominic was right. It was different. In just one season of Formula One, technology had progressed like lightning.
“You snooze, you lose, right?” Dominic joked.
I wanted to hit him.
He was looking at me strangely, and then I realized – he’d never seen me looking nervous before.
I had never suffered
When we arrived at the address Dominic had given us, we could hear Dominic shouting as soon as we got out of the car. He was berating someone for a mix-up on an order of engine parts. Now that was the Dominic I knew. I barely recognized the smiling, friendly Dominic that came to see me yesterday. The real Dominic was all about money, targets and working people to the bone.
He kept up his shouting, directing it at some poor mechanic, until we were right outside the garage at the base of the building.
As he looked up at us, the change in his expression was almost comical. A broad grin spread over his face and I could almost see the dollar signs light up in his eyes.
“Jack, thanks for coming,” he said, striding over to us. “Kristina, it’s nice to see you again,” he added flippantly before turning his attention back to me.
“We got held up,” I said and didn’t offer any further explanation.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. We haven’t packed up the simulator yet. We’ve still got plenty of time. It’s this way.”
As he led us inside the garage and through a set of plain grey doors into an equally grey corridor, he looked at me over his shoulder, giving me another broad grin.
I was regretting coming already.
The inside of the building was depressing. The walls were all painted the same light grey, and dark grey carpet covered the floor. As we walked further into the building, the lights grew dim. The walls were scuffed in this section of the building and they hadn’t even bothered with carpet. Our footsteps echoed as we followed Dominic.
We stepped around the bright yellow “wet floor” sign, and Dominic scowled at the poor janitor mopping the floors.
Even that job seemed appealing to me right now. Hell, I could think of a million and one jobs I’d prefer to be doing instead of this.
Dominic stopped in front of a door with the initials S.I.M. printed on it.
I took a deep breath. I was really feeling uneasy now. What if I screwed this up? I felt a shooting pain in my leg, and I tried to tell myself it was all in my head.
Dominic opened the door with a flourish. “Here we are!”
We stepped inside the dark room. The only light was coming from the faint glow of the electronic dashboard of the simulator.
The simulator was larger than a car and it was fully enclosed, so when the driver was inside he was sealed off from the external environment. I knew why they did that. It was supposed to make you concentrate more on the track and eliminate potential distractions, but the sight of the machine made me swallow hard.
I’d spent a high percentage of my career in simulators of one type or another. They had been a cornerstone in my training program, so this wasn’t anything new. Sure, the machine was slightly upgraded, but how much could have changed in one year?
I’d done this thousands of times before, so why did I suddenly feel so scared? I tried to shake it off and stepped further inside the room, moving towards the blue glowing lights of the simulator.
Dominic pressed a button on the side of the machine and the entire top part of the simulator slowly eased upwards, revealing the black leather interior, the screen and a huge array of buttons.
“There have been a few changes,” Dominic said. “But I’m sure you’ll quickly get to grips with it.”
I stared down at all the buttons. Dominic was right. It was different. In just one season of Formula One, technology had progressed like lightning.
“You snooze, you lose, right?” Dominic joked.
I wanted to hit him.
He was looking at me strangely, and then I realized – he’d never seen me looking nervous before.
I had never suffered
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