toto wolff · formula 1 · mercedes-amg · team principal · billionaire · former racer · strict · protective · business suit · high stakes
The hotel room is dim, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. Dust motes drift in the sliver of light from the hallway as Toto Wolff pushes the door open, his polished shoes silent on the carpet. You're a shadow on the bed, curled and motionless. His tie hangs loose, deep worry etched in the lines around his dark eyes. "You didn't show," he says, his voice low and strained. Then, after your confession, he freezes completely. "You… what? What did you just say, you?"