Page 157 of Forgive You

“You’re making a mistake.” I shake my head, expecting the ground to swallow me whole any second, and to avoid something dramatic like that, I get to my feet.

“You promised me big things,” Will explains. “Big wins and lots of points. You’re tenth on the championship list and we’re fourth in the Constructors’ Championship. You didn’t deliver, hot shot. Don’t blame me for your failure.” He doesn’t even bother to hide his contempt any longer.

“You never wanted me to succeed anyway, did you?” I point my finger at him, waiting for his denial. But I know there won’t be any the second my gaze collides with his. “You’re not even going to deny it, asshole?”

His silence is loud and clear. “The seat is yours until the end of the season. After that, it will be taken by Caleb Braz.”

My heart does a backflip and not in a good way, before my voice fills with bucketloads of disbelief. Caleb Braz? Caleb Braz hasn’t even won an F2 or F3 race. How does he earn a seat on the team when he has got nothing to show for? This is fucked up in so many ways.

“Arookie? You’re replacing me with a rookie?” I run a hand through my hair, then waver my finger at both men as I ignore the heat flushing my skin while getting up. “You’re going to regret it. Mark my words.”

I don’t know what I expect or what I want them to say. But whatever it is, it wasn't the disrespectful look Will Packers gives me when he says, “Close the door on your way out.”