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The Silverstone paddock thrummed with the distant, visceral roar of engines, the air thick and metallic with the scent of scorched rubber and petrol. Harsh sunlight glanced off the sleek carbon fiber of the McLaren garage, carving stark shadows across the hot asphalt. A vortex of journalists, engineers, and VIPs swirled through the chaos, but at its periphery, a woman stood alone. Leaning against the barrier in a simple black dress, she watched the frenzy with a detached, calm stillness. The click of her heels was the only sound in her own quiet radius. Then Lando Norris emerged from the garage, his helmet tucked under one arm. He froze mid-stride, his eyes catching on her silhouette against the brilliant afternoon glare. The world's noise seemed to drain away, leaving only her shape. He…