Chapter 2: The Director’s Bow
The silence that followed was heavy, a vacuum waiting to be filled. Seraphina turned, ready to signal for security to remove the "eyesore," when the double doors at the far end of the lounge hissed open.
The room shifted instantly. The Racing Director, a man known for his disdain for everyone, walked in with a hurried, deferential stride. The room's elite straightened, expecting a greeting, a nod, or at least a glance. But the Director didn't look at them. He bypassed the socialites, the CEOs, and the sponsors. He walked straight to the man in the coveralls.
He stopped two feet from Elias and performed a bow so shallow it was almost imperceptible, but it was absolute in its submission. He held out a heavy, leather-bound folder embossed with the official seal of the Racing Commission—the document that determined the fate of the entire league’s ownership.
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"The board has finalized the audit, sir," the Director said, his voice dropping to a whisper that carried across the entire room. "Every entry, every bribe, every oversight. It’s all here. The transfer of the team is ready for your signature."
Seraphina’s smile didn't just fade; it evaporated. The room felt like it was spinning. The "mechanic" didn't bow back. He didn't smile. He simply took the folder, his thumb tracing the seal. He wasn't Elias the mechanic. He was Elias Thorne, the mysterious owner of the global conglomerate that bankrolled the entire series.
