"𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍."

I looked past the cameras pointing in my direction to look over at the smiley interviewer. The season was yet to begin, and I could already tell these Drive to Survive interviews were going to piss me off, but Mr. Radcliff insisted I be a good sport about it.

If I were being honest, the interviews wouldn't piss me off as much if they weren't trying to treat me like a cheetah in a lion's den. I was the first woman-a black woman at that-to excel at this level of the sport, which had been male-dominated since its beginning; I broke a barrier, but I didn't want to be known just as the first woman to win the championship. The first time, alright, but the times that would follow, nah.

The first woman part wouldn't be needed after I show these men how to really push it and shut shit down.

"I'm Yasmin Radcliff. Born in Chicago, Illinois, and raised in Monte Carlo. I race for the brand new Lamborghini Formula One Team."

"𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅, 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓?"

I chuckled sarcastically before pushing down the urge to roll my eyes. "Why- Yeah, he's one and only."

"𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆?"

"When it comes to the track, there's no more Father-Daughter relationship between us...This is Formula One, the stakes are high, there's no time for coddling, definitely no time for bullshit." I answered with a stone-cold expression

"𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐈 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐋, 𝐇𝐎𝐖'𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓?"

"Giuseppe is a long-time family friend. My father managed him back in their day, and they made history. He's more than qualified. Between him and Eric, they taught me everything I know about motorsport." My heart smiled faintly as I recalled my childhood years, remembering how hard those two men pushed me.

Can't was never a rebuttal to them. I still vividly remember Giuseppe telling me that can't is a weak man's claim.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑?"

"Correct."

"𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄?"

A small chuckle slipped just before I smirked at the camera.