My Formula 1 System

Wednesday, all F1 and F2 teams got ready to depart Spain, save for those based in the country. Luca found himself reflecting on the wonderful evening he had spent at Mrs. Hawthorne's mansion, recognizing how much the little event could mean for his career moving forward.

Earlier that morning, a representative had come by the facility and specifically requested to meet with Luca. The meeting took place in Luca's hotel room, where the man arrived carrying a large, impressive briefcase. Inside it were the essentials Luca needed to get started on this new chapter. The man carefully unveiled a brand-new phone from the Airphone brand, a company known for its cutting-edge, innovative technology. It was the latest model in the Airphone series, boasting some of the most advanced features available. The representative assisted Luca in safely transferring all his data from his old phone to the new device and even provided it with a sturdy, stylish protective pack.

Luca's laptop received a similar upgrade. The man ensured that all of Luca's data was securely transferred before finishing the setup. During this time, Sara had called to inform him that she had already begun working on the necessary banking updates and was expediting the process as quickly as she could.

When the representative completed his work, Luca expressed his gratitude, and the man departed with a friendly wave. Luca stood before his bed, surveying the items neatly arranged on the mattress. There lay a phone, a tablet, a laptop, and an innovative wireless earpiece—all sporting the same sleek, cohesive design. Luca couldn't help but feel impressed by the collection.

He appreciated the timing of the representative's visit, as the sight of these devices spurred him into the mood for packing. A glance at the digital clock on his bedside table confirmed the time: 11 a.m. With the team's flight scheduled for 2 p.m., Luca set to work without delay.

He would dearly miss this hotel room because of its generous space and comforting luxury. This was far the best self accommodating room he'd had through all the GPs and their respective nations. Luca rolled his bag to the center of the room, unzipped it and placed it lying down.

Luca methodically packed his clothes, ensuring everything was neatly arranged. Noticing extra space, he placed his laptop and tablet carefully among the folds of his clothing. Once satisfied with his packing, he zipped the bag shut and rolled it to the door.

Afterward, Luca returned to the edge of the bed, holding his mp3 player in one hand and the new wireless earpiece—or earbuds, as they were often called—in the other. He also glanced at the wireless headphones that had been included in the set, pondering how he might balance using all three devices. One thing he knew for certain was that his trusty mp3 player wasn't going anywhere. He was attached to the device, along with the familiar albums stored on its SD card, which he enjoyed revisiting time and time again. Over the years, he had developed a tradition—using his mp3 player before races and his headphones while in transit or in situations where the cords of his earpiece might get tangled if he used the mp3.

Now, with the addition of the earbuds, Luca had to rethink his routine.

After much deliberation, he concluded that the earbuds would best serve him during public outings, particularly for official events. They would remain connected to his phone, ready to handle calls, messages, or notifications on the go. Still, when it came to his heavy metal music, Luca knew he would rely on his mp3 player and headphones, as they provided a sense of familiarity and comfort that the sleek new earbuds couldn't quite replace.

Luca rushed into the bathroom as soon as he checked the time again. Emerging 15 minutes later, he dressed in his usual tracksuit, pairing it with white sneakers to complete his look. He hung his headphones around his neck, packed the two other devices, and connected the headphones to his smartphone before tucking the phone into his pocket and grabbing his duffel bag.

He took one last look at the hotel room that had been his home for the past few days. The kitchenette, in particular, would be missed. With a sigh, Luca rolled his suitcase out of the room, locking the door behind him for the final time. He made his way down to the lounge to regroup with the others. Enjoy more content from empire

By 1 p.m., everyone was ready to leave, including Mr. Grant and Ms. Val. They all handed their keys to the facility's organizers, expressing heartfelt gratitude for the excellent hospitality before heading to the waiting buses. As always, Luca ensured he secured a seat next to Ansel.

The team boarded their flight to Berlin promptly at 2 p.m. During the flight, Luca felt a quiet satisfaction as he and Ansel chatted briefly. It wasn't a long conversation, but it was enough. Ansel seemed deeply engrossed in his book, and Luca guessed he'd likely finish it in a few days.

When they arrived at Berlin Brandenburg Airport, the team efficiently disembarked, collected their luggage, and loaded into their transport vehicles for the ride into the city.

Luca couldn't believe this inner feeling of being happy he was back in Berlin. It felt like though Germany was slowly becoming his new home and everything was beginning to feel familiar with time—not the language though, Luca couldn't even understand greetings yet. But he was glad English was very predominant in the country, its capital especially.

By the time they reached the team headquarters, the evening was approaching, though the sky remained bright and clear. The team dispersed, heading either to their homes or to accommodations within the headquarters. Mr. Grant announced that everyone would regroup on Friday for a warm-up session and to acknowledge the successful completion of the eighth round, as August—and the Saudi Arabian GP—was fast approaching.

Luca waved goodbye to Ansel, Victor, and Haas, who had homes outside the headquarters. He spent some time chatting with the remaining crew based at the facility until the evening fully descended.

Finally, Luca retired to his space with a wide smile. He realized this might be the last time he returned to this accommodation after a Grand Prix, as changes loomed on the horizon. He phoned Sara to inform her of his safe arrival before unpacking and settling in.

Luca carefully placed his F2 Spanish Grand Prix trophy on his table and stepped back to admire it. Winning in Mandalora had been a dream for many, and he had accomplished it. Now, his sights were set on the Saudi Arabian GP and the upcoming races. Confidence surged within him—he believed he could achieve it all!

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