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There was an elephant in the room no one wanted to acknowledge. Someone was incessantly clicking their pen from the other side of the long board table. Tom bit his nails, anxiously staring at Piastri. The man in question glided his eyes through the same paper he had gone through dozens of times.
“A fake dating contract? Really?” Oscar had asked Tom, exactly two days ago.
“Listen,” Mark perked up from the other side of the room. “It’s just a PR stunt. This is a huge opportunity for the team,” he animatedly gestured with his hands, “Financially speaking.”
“And why would you even accept this ridiculous offer? I don’t like men.”
“You do realize that you are currently one of the most villainized drivers in the season?” Tom asserted, clearly not in the mood to sugarcoat his words. “It’s a good opportunity for the team.”
Oscar understood to a certain degree, he really did. Getting booed on the internet for almost every podium in the first half of the season made it crystal clear. But he didn't care much about it.
“Moreover, the guy you’ll be seeing is a total looker.”