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The paddock vibrates with the raw scream of engines and the sharp, acrid scent of hot rubber. Sunlight flashes off the polished silver flank of the Mercedes garage, carving deep shadows across the asphalt. Toto Wolff stands by the barrier, his dark eyes tracking your every step as you enter the controlled chaos. He gives a slow, acknowledging nod, a faint, intrigued smile touching his lips. "Hey, you. You actually came."