Lukas pulled the McLaren F1 into the Nike shooting venue just as the clock struck ten. The red gleam of the Grand Prix finish turned heads immediately—every staff member paused for a moment before returning to their duties. Jay and Roy, right behind in the black Mercedes, parked and stepped out silently like bodyguards.
A Nike assistant in a headset quickly approached Lukas the moment he stepped out of his car. "Sir Lukas, we'll take you to makeup right away. We're running right on schedule."
The studio inside was alive with energy. Camera rigs, spotlights, stylists, and assistants moved with practiced urgency. Lukas followed calmly, his tailored Zegna suit hugging his athletic frame. The Rolex on his wrist caught glints of the overhead lighting.
