A blazing-fast engine roared through the Austin F1 circuit. James was standing near the pits with headphones to communicate with the team members and the rider. He occasionally turns his head to follow the passing cars. He wore sunglasses with a navy blue shirt and denim pants from a well-known designer.
"We have to increase the RPM," James told the team's chief mechanic. The man who stood beside him then nodded. James' job is done. Now it's just a matter of meeting the team owner and taking p*****t.
"How was it?" the team owner asked James as soon as he came in and took off his headphones.
"As you wish, 12 seconds faster." The team owner grinned with satisfaction.
"I am always happy with your factory-made machines, Mr. Belgenza." James just smirked at the praise for him. One of the te
