My Formula 1 System-Chapter 272: Welcome To Jackson Racing. 5

The Livery Unveil event was scheduled to be held in Monte Carlo, Monaco, because the first round of the season would be the Monaco Grand Prix.

Luca hadn't been in Monaco since April last year, and now, here he was, arriving in just the first week of March.

The realization of how fast time flies hit Luca like a wrecking ball, and he found himself considering whether he had officially entered old-man territory.

On the Friday of the week, Luca and his team boarded the Hawthorne plane, making sure to gather everything they'd need to stay throughout and until the end of the first round of the season.

This meant that until after the Monaco Grand Prix, there would be no returning to London.

Because of this, Luca had made sure to get in a few rounds of fencing with Adrian, who had begun teaching him some professional moves.

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Beyond that, he had also resumed his driving lessons. There had been a setback due to the scandal, delaying his plans to get his license as early as he had intended. Regardless, the lessons had continued.

Landing in Monaco, Luca momentarily forgot he was on team duty. It almost felt like he was here on a whim for personal plans.

He cussed at himself for the slip and quickly put on his headphones, hoping the action would remind his body that serious business was just around the corner.

Still, he blamed Jackson Racing for this.

They were so professional and official that hardly anyone ever flew together, except for department crews. Even within those, Luca had heard that the higher-ups had their own separate flights, leaving the lower crew members to travel on their own.

Luca knew he had started taking the Hawthorne jet even before joining Jackson Racing, but at least back then, he used to discuss travel plans with Mr. Fisher and the others.

But here in Jackson, there was not a chance for that.

Everyone was just forwarded the itinerary and the team's plans, and that was it. No discussions, no back-and-forth. And to make it worse, no one could even respond to the messages because they were encrypted for the sender alone!

Luca sighed as a new notification popped up on his phone, from the very same app he had just been thinking about.

It wasn't like the green one McCauley and Colt had introduced. This one had a sleeker, more serious interface—blue, black, and white—bearing official colors with small text and neatly arranged tabs.

And now, the team's center for the first round had just been forwarded.

Luca read the facility's name out loud, doing his best as an English speaker to pronounce it correctly, before gripping his bag tighter and moving smoothly through immigration.

The first day was for everyone to unwind, while the second day was set aside for a gathering, a head count and a detailed rundown of how their reveal would be carried out, along with everything else leading up to the first race of the season.

Luca recognized a few places in Monaco from his stay almost a year ago. Everything still looked vivid and luxurious, a perfect setting for the reveal event and the ideal way to kick off the new season in style.

After dedicating an entire day to himself—working out, completing a standard-level Daily Quest with no rewards or punishment, reading a novel, playing tennis, and catching up on news updates—the following day, Luca, Manuela, and Vance drove to the facility designated for Jackson Racing for the first round of the season.

As expected, it was far bigger and more advanced than the facility that had hosted Trampos for the Monaco Grand Prix last year.

Formula 1, being the division that held precedence over its feeder series, meant its teams should be treated accordingly.

Luca greeted everyone as he arrived, and in return, everyone he greeted answered neutrally and formally, their focus already set on the day ahead.

So far, Luca hadn't gotten to know anyone personally. Conversations he had with anyone rarely went deep as everyone kept things strictly work-related, cutting discussions short before they could turn personal.

And Luca himself didn't bother approaching those he assumed wouldn't entertain anything beyond the track.

Even Rodnick, whom Luca had held some hope for, was more distant than expected.

They had spoken a few times when Rodnick had congratulated him on joining the team, introduced him to some crew members, and given him an informal orientation based on his own intuition about how to start off in F1.

Other than that, Luca hadn't seen any real opening to build chemistry for strong teamwork on the track.

Luca didn't want to sound disappointed, but Jackson Racing seemed to have adapted to his addition incredibly quickly—too quickly.

And while that was a good thing, it wasn't necessarily good for him.

They had efficiently taken him in as one of their own, attending to his every driver-related need—getting his body measurements for his racing suits, fitting his helmet, and ensuring everything was in order.

It was all done so smoothly and seamlessly, without the slightest bit of friction.

But for Luca, that wasn't ideal. He hoped to cope quickly because Jackson Racing moved as if he had already been part of the team for a while.

Normally, in the usual circumstances of life when a new person joined a group, there was a natural process where others would devote extra attention to creating a comfortable atmosphere before gradually integrating them into the fold.

Luca was just learning in Jackson Racing that there was no process like that, and it seemed to everyone that he had been a Jackson Racing driver for a while now.

So far, it had been Mr. Matthews and Mr. Berry who had given Luca extra time beyond official discussions—mostly Mr. Matthews.

A fresh-looking man in his early forties, with dark hair, an average height, and a calm demeanor. It was no surprise he understood the importance of not just professionally welcoming a new driver but making sure they felt truly integrated into the team.

Right now, he stood at the center of the main room, addressing the entire team, including Luca, as he laid out the plans for the week.

Luca sat with his arms folded, listening attentively when he felt a casual tap on his shoulder.

"Sorry, mate. Can I sit here?" a crew member asked, gesturing toward the empty seat beside him.

Luca nodded, slightly surprised by the guy's easygoing tone.

As expected, the guy sat down and put all his focus on Mr. Matthews' words.

This was exactly what stood out to Luca about the atmosphere at Jackson Racing. It was different from what he had expected, in a way he hadn't quite figured out yet.