My Formula 1 System

They successfully landed at London Heathrow Airport with the Hawthorne jet and disembarked smoothly. The team had arranged for a swift exit, avoiding any unnecessary interactions.

The ride back to his villa was long, and Luca could already feel the exhaustion creeping in, his body finally understanding the weight of the past few days. He leaned into the seat, watching the city of London blur past in streaks of motion.

When they arrived, Luca grabbed his bags and made for the door. The door had motion-sensor lights and cameras, so he was barely three feet away when the door unlocked with a soft beep.

Luca was fine with Manuela and Vance staying for an hour or two for some rest before they leave. So, he took his belongings and moved to his room.

Evening arrived quickly or maybe it just felt that way because he had slept throughout the day and for the rest, lying on his bed, reminiscing about the past and present.

Around early 5PM, Luca left the house and got into his Jaguar. He drove off from the villa and into town, where he stopped at a very elegant bakery and bought a succulent chocolate cake which he planned to give his mother.

After making the purchase, he carefully carried the cake to the car. The rich aroma quickly filled the space as he placed it in the backseat.

Next to it sat a silk scarf from one of Harbor Road's high-end boutiques, neatly wrapped in a signature black box. It was the gift he had picked up for his mom in Monaco.

Satisfied, Luca shut the car door and pulled out of the lot, heading toward Clapham.

A five-minute drive, weaving out of the sight of road safety got Luca there. The neighborhood was quiet, the streetlights standing lonely, watching as his car rolled along.

Eventually, he reached the house and was delighted to see Mrs. Rennick outside, seated on the porch steps.

The moment she spotted the Jaguar, her sleepy eyes vanished. She pulled herself up to her feet and rushed to the car.

Luca parked the car smoothly by the curb. He hadn't even shifted the gear into park when Mrs. Rennick reached for the door.

Her impatience was very funny as she was already tugging at the handle before he even had a chance to unlock it and step out.

Luca closed the door and hugged her warmly. "It's good to see you too, Mom," he said.

Mrs. Rennick swatted his shoulder. "Come on, let me look at you properly."

After a thorough "inspection for bruises and cuts from the race," as she called it, Luca reached into the car and retrieved the gifts.

Mrs. Rennick gratefully accepted them, leading the way inside as she recounted how she had held off eating because she wanted them to have dinner together.

Lamb and potatoes. The kind of meal Luca could never get anywhere else. Not even the workers at his villa were this food-intelligent. He was glad he had arrived with an empty stomach for the house was filled with the rich aroma of the roast.

Luca had promised himself to have dinner or breakfast with his mother whenever he could.

With his own place at the Villa and a schedule that rarely left him in one city for long, these moments weren't frequent, but he made sure they happened.

Mrs. Rennick was on the road to old age, and more than ever, she needed company. With Sophia away at school, the house was quieter than it had ever been.

It was clear in the way she spoke, Luca could see it. She kept filling any bit of silence with small details about her day, like extremely minute things that didn't really need mentioning.

At some point, it became too difficult, too sad for Luca to watch and listen. So, he quickly suggested dessert.

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[SYSTEM ONLINE]

[Host should begin his Daily Routine]

It was a quick daily routine for Luca. He got up early, stretched, and headed straight for his usual cold shower.

A gym session was non-negotiable. After drinking some water, he made his way to the villa's gym. The gym was nearly twice the size of the one in his Berlin house.

The gym had transparent sliding windows that doubled as doors, offering a stunning view of the breathtaking scenery beyond the property.

Everything inside and outside the villa was always spotless. The workers ensured the place remained immaculate, vanishing from sight before 6 AM as if they had never been there.

Luca appreciated this arrangement because it suited him ensuring his mornings were his own, uninterrupted.

Before starting his workout, he briefly considered heading outside for a jog, running as far as the greenery stretched. But the sky was thick with clouds, the morning full and heavy.

He opted to stay indoors, as usual.

That kind of run—out in the open, feeling like the main character—could wait for another day.

After his workout, Luca left the gym and headed back to his room for a refreshing bath before making his way to the kitchen for breakfast.

But as he moved through the villa, he heard shuffling sounds inside his own house.

Luca frowned. The workers should have been long gone by now. With curiosity and slight caution, he followed the noise to the main lounging room.

There, seated casually on the sofas, scrolling through their phones as if they lived there, were Sara and Mallow.

Luca was dumbfounded. He tapped his foot restlessly against the marble floor. "I think I'm going to limit security access to just myself," he said.

"Oh!!! Luca!" Mallow beamed, jumping to his feet. He scurried past Sara and threw himself at Luca, wrapping him in a tight hug.

Luca remained unimpressed as Mallow gripped his shoulders.

"And the road to becoming F1 Champion begins!" Mallow proclaimed. "Look at you."

Luca glanced at the wall clock. "It's two minutes past seven. How long have you two been here?"

"Fifteen minutes, probably," Sara answered. "Mal kept calling your phone, but I told him you're never available at this time of day. So we made ourselves comfortable until you were."

Luca exhaled, walking over to another sofa. He sat down and reached for a drink that had been left nearby, pouring himself a glass. "What's so urgent?"

"Digital presence of Luca Rennick," Sara answered, opening her laptop. "Media accounts. The FIA requires you to set up a full-fledged driver profile across all listed social media platforms. Official and important. You can't just be some ghost with no online presence."

Luca sighed. "That's what's urgent?"

"When else would you have time, mm? Manuela told me your schedule is packed. Beijing is just around the corner."

"It's Shanghai, not Beijing," Luca corrected, taking a sip. "And what's there to think about? My name's Luca Rennick, I'm 19, and I drive for the Silver Stallions."

Sara shook her head in disapproval, then turned the laptop to face him. The screen displayed a social media platform called Twitt, open to the profile creation page. There were far more fields to fill than just his name, age and team.