It is the day after the incident and I am not feeling great. Since the car was damaged yesterday I've been working hard to get it fixed before the logistics team takes control. It is a task that is proving to be difficult. There is another thing that is bothering me. Yuri is helping me when he should be with his team. It's as if he is on strike. Like me, he is bothered by the fact that Nikita is treating him like an object. Don't get me wrong his team will have everything under control but that is not going to stop me from being concerned. 

"I think we should wait till we get to Azerbaijan," Yuri remarks. His tone of voice gives away the fact that he is tired again.

"Nah. I'd rather see what I can do now. Plus if you continue to help me it would keep you away from Nikita for longer," I reply. Yuri doesn't seem convinced. With that, we get back to work. After fifteen minutes of painful work, I notice the presence of someone. I glance over my shoulder to find Guenther standing next to me. It looks like he hasn't got much sleep. I put it down to the fact that he has been dealing with the media fallout of Nikita's actions.

"Morgan, Yuri, the two of you should take a break," Guenther suggests. It's probably going to be an order but I need to get things done. It's a fact. Guenther has that stern yet soft look of a father taking care of his children. I guess he is looking out for us as he knows that we are working hard. Maybe a little too hard? I couldn't tell you.

"Sorry boss but I'd like to get enough done," I respond as I turn my attention back to the car. I hope I'm not being rude but I honestly feel the more that I can get done today the less we will have to do back at the HQ.

"That was an order. You've worked hard enough," Guenther retorts. Ok if you say so, Guenther. It has been a couple of days since then and I am back in England. Right now I am doing some repair work at the factory. The good thing is since we are at the factory I have more help than I would at the garage. It is still a stressful task given the fact that we have Dmitry breathing down our necks. Being the team's title sponsor he wants the team to do well so his asshole of a son can do well. It is something that bugs me though. It puts more pressure on our teams to get things done. As soon as the thought leaves my mind I notice that I have become a little on edge.

"Morgan," It's Guenther. He is being trailed by Dmitry who does not look happy.

"What can I do for you boss?" I ask. I can feel the disdain starting to creep its way in. I've said it once and I will say it again but Dmitry gives me the creeps.

"I was wondering if you would be my son's lead mechanic," Dmitry gets down to business.

"No. Nikita needs to learn to respect the team he's got. Plus I've got responsibilities of my own," I respond. Dmitry looks horrified that someone is saying no to his face. I realise that he is not the kind of person that I should say no to but I know for a fact that Yuri is one of the best mechanics that we have.

"Your responsibilities are to me, no one else," He fires back. He may be the title sponsor but Dmitry doesn't own the team. That means I won't take orders from him unless they have Guenther's stamp of approval. 

"With all due respect, Dmitry, my responsibilities are with Mick and his car. I will not take orders from you unless they come from Guenther as well," I stand my ground. I know what you are thinking and yes there is a chance that I am going to get demoted or worse. To be honest I think both Mick and Guenther are going to be on my side.

"I warned you that this was going to happen, Dmitry. You also know that I am not going to order her to do something she doesn't want to do," Guenther adds. Dmitry just nods. He is not happy.

"Look Guenther I'll come back in a few races and if nothing has changed I am going to make it change," Dmitry gives Guenther an ultimatum. He is quick to leave. Guenther looks like he has given up. He has to make too many people happy. After a quick conversation, he leaves as well. I make a beeline for the cafeteria where I know Yuri will be. My hunch is correct. Yuri is on his own and he is tentatively nibbling on some food. He looks a little lost.

"Mind if I join you?" I ask.

"Go for it," With that, I get to work on making him feel better. It doesn't take long for me to work my magic. It has been a few hours since then and with all the work done, I am back in my hotel room. I quickly get changed into something more comfortable. As soon as I am done I flop onto my bed. I really am stressed. The good thing is we have a short break before the race in Baku. It doesn't take long for my thoughts to be interrupted by a knock on the door. That's odd. I wasn't expecting anyone. I pull myself out of bed. I open the door to find Mick. A nice surprise.

"What can I do for you, Mick?" I ask even though I get the feeling that he has come to check on me. It is a nice thought as there is a lot on my plate at the moment with Dmitry breathing down my neck.

"I was wondering if you were ok," He responded as I let him in. See I told you that he was going to check on me. I am glad that he has decided to check on me. A sigh falls from my mouth.

"Honestly, I'm just struggling with the stressful nature of repairing a car that was damaged by an idiot. Yuri and I also have Dmitry breathing down our necks which is making matters worse," I end up going on a rant about the situation that Nikita has put the team through. I feel a little sorry for Mick who has to put up with the stress that I feel. Luckily for me, he can understand it as he has it worse. The thing is I need to vent my frustrations.

"Thank you for listening, Mick," I end the rant. Honestly, I feel a little better about getting my feelings out.

"Don't worry. I came here to make you feel better which makes me feel better," Mick replies with a slight smile. It has been a week since then and thankfully I was able to utilise the break as well as possible. The thing is I still had a bit to do but the things that I had to do only took one day and it was all minor. We are currently heading to the hotel where we will be staying in Baku. The mood in the car is tense. I put it down to the fact that Mick is not happy with the off-track drama. The good thing is Nikita did end up with a one-race ban which he is currently serving. That means Yuri should have a good weekend. Providing that his replacement Pietro Fittipaldi doesn't do anything stupid. It is when we are almost at the hotel that I notice that his knuckles are white. That can only mean one thing.

"Mick, it will be ok," I remarked. I feel stupid for saying it but the drama will blow over. It has given the Formula 1 community more of a reason to hate Nikita.

"I know. I'm sorry. The media attention is getting to me," He responds. I can only imagine how he feels but I can figure it out. It doesn't take me long to get him to relax.

"You know what Mick? You and I should go out tonight. Just you and me. No one else," I think out loud. Mick nods as if he is agreeing with me. The thought makes me flash a slight smile. After five minutes of driving, we made it to the hotel where Mick and I part ways for now. It doesn't take long for me to arrive at my room where I get to work on getting myself organised for the weekend. Again it doesn't take long for me to get organised as I am going to leave most of my stuff in my suitcase. After an hour of relaxing, there is a knock on the door. I quickly gathered a few things before joining Mick. As with Monaco Mick has picked a restaurant within walking distance of the hotel. After a fifteen-minute walk, we made it to the place. We are quickly seated. I find myself thinking as we look at our respective menus.

"Are you alright Morgan?" Mick asks as he glances over his menu.

"Yeah. I'm just thinking about how I am glad that we are getting a small break from the chaos. You also worry too much," I explain. Don't get me wrong I understand why he worries but it is getting to the point that he is worrying too much.

"There is a reason for that," Mick responds.

"I know that and that's why it's not annoying," I counter. Sure he is worrying too much but that shows that he cares. The thought makes me giggle. In turn, my giggle puts a smile on Mick's face. Of course, the sad thing is this night has to end. This means we will have to face whatever the Azerbaijan Grand Prix will throw at us. I am still going to enjoy what the rest of the night has installed for us.