A treacherous traitor inside Judd Racing is leaking sensitive information that threatens both their personal and professional lives.
The race car driver and the mechanic must find and expose the mole while they also convince their investors to take a leap of faith and trust in their business savvy to help make their dream a reality.
Will their goals be realized or will they go up in flames along with their hard earned cash?
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The digger crashes its bucket into the wall. The already shaky building that sits on Judd Racing’s grounds, buckles. The roof dips under the force of the hit but the noise is, well, underwhelming.
“I thought it was going to be more dramatic,” Elliott has to shout, but that’s due to the volume of diesel-powered engines on site rather than the old gym crashing down.
Good old Elliott, always in tune with my every thought. “Me too!”
“It’ll make a good PR shot, don’t worry.” Jessie grins while tapping my arm. She’s more excited to be here than anyone.
“What’s with you?” I ask.
“Ah, nothing. I just enjoy my job, that’s all.”
I keep my mouth shut. That’s not what she told me after a few wines at a recent press event. But, I was sworn to secrecy, so I can’t ask what she means. Instead, I concentrate on the job at hand today. I’m on three months’ severance leave from my old job and I can’t officially start work with Elliott until the time is up. That means I have two jobs to keep me busy in the interim.
Number 1: Find a house for us to buy and move into.
Number 2: Sort out the team’s fitness.
Neither is proving to be as simple as you’d think. I have agents out searching for the ideal place for number 1, but number 2 needs to be rethought. Florian and I have spent hours planning the ultimate gym that will transform the race team into human machines who are impossible for our opposing race teams (i.e., Chase) to compete with, while providing a great perk for those left at home. We’ll employ a team of personal trainers who Florian will oversee. Each will have a group of designated staff members whose race fitness they will be responsible for. Even employees left at home will have a personal program to ensure that they can carry out their daily tasks with maximum ease.
We really are on the brink of something here. Elliott and I both believe that this is what will give us the edge when the cars are equal.
And that will be my next job once I’m officially employed. To get this car’s mechanics up to scratch. For the first time I understand the enthusiasm that drove Elliott to work at a million miles an hour when he first took over this company. There is so much to do, but also, so much opportunity for us to make a difference. And that’s not just in the racing calendar, but also in these people’s lives. Being part of a world-class project can’t help but lift spirits as well as bonuses.
And this little pre-fab building isn’t close to what’s needed to deliver that. Even if the existing building were to be fully re-kitted, it’s just not up to the job. And so, here we are with a couple of diggers in tow and Jessie recording the event for posterity and publicity. Of course!
The claw of the digger blasts against the roof, crushing the concrete to powder and the remaining walls topple inward.
“You happy?” I ask.
“Yeah, that’s the worst excuse for a gym I’ve ever seen,” he drawls in his Irish lilt.