Riley POV
Luca did not tell the children that the race could decide his future.
He told me.
We stood behind the team garage less than an hour before the start. Engineers moved around us with tablets. Mechanics completed final checks on the car. Reporters gathered near the entrance, waiting for a reaction from the driver whose contract had suddenly become the biggest story of the weekend.
Luca looked calm.
I knew better.
His race suit was zipped to his waist, and his helmet rested on the table beside him. He had already reviewed strategy twice. His manager had interrupted us three times with reminders about the board, sponsor expectations, and post-race media duties.
Luca had listened without arguing.
That worried me more than anger would have.
“You are quiet,” I said.
“I am focus
