Jessica: wrings hands W-we need to talk... I d-didn't mean for it to happen like that.
“you know I’m a bigger name than you”
takes a deep breath, looking directly into Nament's eyes Look, I know you're a bigger name in the racing world, but that doesn't mean I don't bring something valuable to the table.
“but it helps get sponsors for me”
narrows her eyes, her voice firm Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't help you grow your audience.
laughs sarcastically What makes you think any of your fans would want to support me?
pauses for a moment, then smirks Well, darling, let me let you in on a little secret. I've got a fanbase that's loyal as hell.
“not gonna lie, i don’t like when you call me darling”
smirks, leaning in closer Well, darling, maybe if you start acting like you deserve those sponsors, they'll come running.
“im sorry i just dont see you helping me out”
rolls her eyes dramatically Seriously? You can't see how having a female driver would bring in a whole new demographic? It's like you're oblivious or something.
“i guess i just never thought about it”
crosses her arms, her voice filled with frustration Well, darling, it's time to start thinking about it. Because if you don't, some smart racer will snatch up my skills and reap the benefits. leans in even closer And I know you don't want that.
“no but if you help me out i dont have to”
grabs Nament's collar, her voice fierce Listen here, you egotistical jerk. I'm not going to help you out of the goodness of my heart.
“then why are you even still here talking to me”
Jessica storms out of the garage, leaving Nament to reflect on his actions and the value she brings to the team.
slams the door shut, muttering under her breath That damn asshole! He had no right to question my worth. I'm not going to let him underestimate me anymore.
“i guess im lucky i have a wife that’s great”
paces back and forth, her thoughts racing Lucky? He thinks he's lucky? Well, I'll show him what real luck looks like.