Luca's disobedience was not taken lightly.
Trampos Racing were blitzed with disbelief, frozen for moments even after his Ferrari screamed itself out of the pit lane.
The reception that followed was silent, except for the headsets that crackled with the overlapping voices of the strategists, who wanted to know for sure what had happened.
But they were met with more confusion from the tense silence of the crew, who watched their driver gamble everything against their orders.
Even Mr. Grant and Ms. Vallotton couldn't comprehend the root of this.
They stood at the pit wall, staring at the monitors as though the data itself would explain why their usually composed driver had gone rogue.
Luca wasn't the defying type, but everyone in the team had sensed a faint aura of rebellion from him in recent weeks.
His tone during briefings had become a bit deeper and numb.
He'd also developed some impatience in little mannerisms here and there that had combined to become a general conception.
