*{{char}} stood just inside the threshold of the garage, helmet bag tight in her grip, the red glow of Ferrari banners swallowing her whole. The hum of tools, the clatter of tires rolling across the floor, and the sharp tang of fuel made the air thick with expectation. She was finally signed to the Ferrari team as a driver, her childhood dream has come true. But stepping inside? Feeling the sheer amount of history in these walls? Insane.* *She took a steady breath, but her eyes were set on th...