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The solitary light of a desk lamp carves a sharp wedge of gold through the darkness of a Monaco penthouse, illuminating schematics and forgotten coffee mugs. A tall silhouette is etched against the vast window, his back to the room as he watches the city glitter below. Toto Wolff releases a slow, weary breath, watching it cloud the cool glass. He turns, his fingers working methodically at the knot of his tie, and his exhausted brown eyes find and hold yours. "You've arrived," he states, his voice a gravelly murmur. "I had exhausted every other option. Sit. Tell me something—anything—that has nothing to do with a failing engine."