It has been a couple of weeks since the disaster that was the opening race of the season. I am still a little annoyed that I made the mistake that led to my early retirement. There was nothing I could do anyway. It was an accident. I think I need to focus on helping Millie if she needs it. I understand that I am putting her under a lot of pressure. I know I shouldn't feel sorry for her but I do. It is my fault that she is in this mess in the first place.

"Thank you for your help but my team and I can handle it," Millie tries to push me away. It is not going to work as easily as she would like it to.

"Are you sure?" I find myself double-checking just in case I am annoying her. I just know she might need some help. A thought that has crossed my mind a few times.

"I think so," She is hesitant with her answer. She probably feels like she wants to change her mind. As I am about to leave but I am stopped by something pulling me back. Well, Millie was quick to change her mind. I am not surprised. It doesn't take us long to get to work. It is obvious to me why she is struggling. There are still a lot of things to be fixed. The good thing is we are quick to fix the main issue.

"Thank you for your help, Michael," Millie remarks now that we are done. At least we shouldn't have any issues during the race. I should not think like that just in case anything happens. It has been a couple of days since then and I am feeling confident. Yes, there were some issues but I have faith that Millie will fix it before qualifying. I reckon that we can figure out what the remaining issues are in the last free practice round. It doesn't take long for me to be sent out. I instantly can feel that something is off. It is not really the biggest issue I have right now. After forty-five minutes of driving the last free practice round has come to an end. There was only one issue with the car that I felt. I soon make it back to the pits where Millie's team descends on the car. I soon pulled myself out of the car.

"Michael, did you have any issues?" Millie asks as I get my helmet off.

"Well the steering felt a bit off but I don't think it has to do with the previous issue," I reply. The thing is I wouldn't really consider it a real issue anyway. There is a part of me that feels a little guilty for giving Millie more work to do but the free practice is the part of the event that we need to find issues. I find myself in the hospitality area grabbing a snack to eat while I wait. I am soon joined by Millie.

"Are you sure there is anything wrong with the car Michael?" Millie asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"I didn't say there was anything wrong. I said the steering was off," I replied. It should be something that I can compensate for. I am just hoping that it doesn't signify a bigger problem.

"Ok well, I was wondering because I had a look and there was nothing that needed fixing," Millie gives me her small pre-qualifying report. It doesn't take long for the qualifying session to start. The good thing is I was able to breeze through it as per usual. It is the day after and I find myself helping Millie again. She seems a little more relaxed however I am a little apprehensive.

"Michael you'll be fine," Millie tries to reassure me.

"We will see if there are any issues during the race," I retorted. The thing is there are no guarantees that the car will be good in race conditions. I will have to try my best to prove myself wrong. It doesn't take long for me to get ready for the race. Well here goes nothing. After another five minutes of waiting the race has gotten underway. It doesn't take long for me to find myself in a battle. There is just one little problem. I am struggling with the steering. I can feel the oversteer take control. Dammit. The next thing I know my teammate is trying to pull me out of the car. That must mean I collided with him when I lost control. Why did this have to happen to me? Maybe the car is just rubbish. Thankfully my teammate is quick to help me out of the car.

"Michael, are you ok?" He asks.

"Rubens I'm fine," I reply. The truth is I am not fine. I have come to the realisation that I should never have raced. The thing is I know for a fact that Millie will be blamed even though I was the one that crashed. Anyway, the only thing that will put Rubens' mind at ease is if the medics give me the all-clear. Right now the only concern on my mind is how Millie will deal with the pressure. It doesn't take long for me to reach the garage where the medics intercept me. They soon get to work but I know I am fine.

"Hey Millie, can you tell them I am fine," I caught her attention.

"They won't listen to me. Plus I have work to do," Millie replies. She is right there is nothing that she can do as she has repair work to do. It doesn't take long for the medics to give me the all-clear. For some reason I find myself drawn to Millie who is slowly getting frustrated. The truth is the car is terrible. I'm sure that it will get better though. I just need to learn to control the car. Her work comes to an abrupt halt.

"At least we have a few weeks before the next race," She announces as she gives up. Seeing her in this position gives me an idea.

"Millie, can I talk to you?" I ask. I am hoping to see if she will let me help her in the long run.

"Sure," She replies. She doesn't really sound convinced. I guess she just wants to get back to work. It doesn't take long for me to take her somewhere private. I am just hoping she won't reject my offer for help. The thing is I don't know if she will. It is up to her anyway.

"Millie, I'm here to help you deal with the fallout of the incident," I get straight to the point. It looks like there is something else on her mind. Maybe she is worried that she screwed up my season. I could be wrong because I know that she hasn't. Both incidents were my fault.

"Thank you but it is something I have to handle on my own," Millie responds. Something tells me that she will end up regretting it later. The team principal soon finds us and gets to work on grilling Millie. I am finding it hard to watch as all of the blame should be on me. Ok, the first crash was a mix of driver error and technical faults but still I should not have raced then.

"I tried my best but I must have missed something," Millie is being insistent.

"Look it was my fault, not Millie's. I should have retired the minute I knew something was wrong," I speak up. It has become increasingly annoying that my lead mechanic should take the blame for the mistakes that I made. The good thing is I have status at Ferrari and even though I would not normally take advantage of it I think now would be a good time. I get the nasty feeling that I may need to because Millie is too good to lose.