Jaxon pushed open the door, the faint creak of the hinges familiar as hell. The Bearman house smelled like old wood, faint coffee, and worn-in couches that had seen better days — the kind of place where you didn't worry about polish or perfection. Just comfort.
Thomas was sprawled on the couch, one sock hanging halfway off, scrolling through his phone with that bored "I'm way too cool for this" look plastered on his face.
"You look like you just got dragged through a hedge backwards," Thomas said, flicking a glance up without really looking.
Jaxon shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. "Four hours on the simulator. Felt like the kart was trying to kill me."
Thomas snorted. "You say that like it's a bad thing. You enjoy the torture."
Jaxon cracked a small grin. "Maybe I do. Keeps me from getting soft."
Thomas finally put the phone down, sitting up a little straighter. "So, what's next, champ? Karting's done. You got some secret F3 team calling your name or what?"
Jaxon rubbed the back of his neck, eyes drifting toward the window where the fading light was starting to spill in. "I don't know. Feels like the real game's just starting. But it's a hell of a step up. No more playing around."
"Yeah," Thomas said, leaning forward, elbows on knees, grin still there but with a hint of seriousness. "You gotta be ready to eat shit and smile for a while."
Jaxon laughed, low and real. "That's the plan."
A pause hung between them — not uncomfortable, but filled with that quiet understanding only racers who've been through hell share.
"So," Thomas said, standing and stretching. "You gonna drag me into one of those sims? Or you just here to mess up the couch?"
"Only if you wanna get smoked." Jaxon smirked, grabbing the controller from the coffee table. "Prepare to lose."
Thomas scoffed, tossing his sock at Jaxon like a gauntlet. "You're on, man. But don't cry when I'm laughing."
His phone buzzed, lighting up the room. Jaxon glanced down — Ollie's name flashing like a beacon. He swiped, answering with a grin.
"Jax! Just wanted to say congrats, man. Final karting year done and dusted." Ollie's voice came alive, a bit breathless like he'd been running around all day.
"Thanks, Ollie. Means a lot," Jaxon said, leaning back in the chair. "Didn't expect you'd be up. What, middle of the night over there?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Figured I'd catch you before you buried yourself in those simulators." Ollie chuckled. "Had to wait until daytime here. Can't exactly call at 3 a.m."
Jaxon laughed. "Fair enough. Was grinding laps anyway. Gotta keep the edge, you know?"
Ollie's tone turned mock serious. "Yeah, I'm sure you're just casually destroying virtual competition as usual."
"Someone's gotta keep the leaderboard interesting." Jaxon tossed the controller down. "So, how's life on your side of the pond? Settling into F2, or still plotting world domination?"
Ollie snorted. "Plotting mostly. But the car's fast — no excuses this year. You'll see."
"Bet you're loving that new power unit," Jaxon teased. "Didn't realize you liked living on the edge."
"Hey, someone's gotta keep the drama alive." Ollie's laugh crackled through the speaker.
They fell into a comfortable silence for a beat — the kind that only old friends get away with.
"So, what now for you? You done with karting for good?" Ollie asked.
Jaxon shrugged, voice lighter. "For now. Moving on. Simulators, maybe some testing. Got my eye on bigger things."
Ollie's tone dropped just a bit, a hint of encouragement. "You've earned it, man. No one's gonna hand you anything."
"Yeah, no shortcuts here," Jaxon said quietly. "Just gotta keep pushing."
"Exactly," Ollie said. "We'll see each other at the next step. Don't make me wait too long."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Jaxon grinned.
They wrapped up with the usual goodbyes and promises to catch up soon.
Jaxon slid the phone into his pocket and glanced at Thomas. "Your move, hotshot."
Thomas cracked his knuckles, smirking. "Born ready."
—
The call connected. Matthieu Rivière's face appeared in a split-screen—sharp suit, light stubble, pale blue dress shirt buttoned to the collar, no tie. The office behind him was modern and understated, with a subtle Alpine banner.
"Jaxon Rose," Matthieu said, nodding once. "Good to meet you."
"Good to meet you too," Jaxon replied, voice calm and steady. No hesitation.
Matthieu adjusted something off-screen. "Let's keep this straightforward. Your karting results speak for themselves—dominant performances, lap times, adaptability. We've reviewed everything."
He leaned in slightly. "What we want to know is who you are away from the track. Your discipline. How you handle pressure. Your mindset."
Jaxon met his gaze evenly. "Racing isn't just a sport for me. It's the standard I hold myself to every day. It's about pushing limits, learning from every lap, and constantly improving. That focus never leaves me."
Matthieu nodded. "Our academy isn't just support—it's a partnership. Simulator hours, media training, fitness coaching, data analysis. It's a full-time commitment. Are you prepared for that?"
"I've lived it since I was six," Jaxon said quietly. "This is my path. I'm ready for everything it takes."
Matthieu's eyes sharpened. "We don't look for quick talent—we develop drivers for the long haul. Formula 1 winners who can handle the full scope of the sport."
"Long-term commitment is the only way to succeed," Jaxon said, voice steady, unwavering. "I'm here to be the best."
"Tell me about your karting career. What stands out to you?"
"I started young—local series, then national and European levels. Consistency has been key. I don't just win races—I control the championship. Last season I secured the title with rounds to spare. That's focus and preparation."
Matthieu nodded approvingly. "What motivates you?"
"The pursuit of perfection," Jaxon answered. "Every lap is a test. Every mistake is a lesson. I'm driven by the need to be better than yesterday."
"How involved are you with the technical side? Setup and feedback?"
Jaxon's eyes briefly flicked to the steering wheel beside him. "Very involved. Without a mechanic, I manage setup adjustments myself—tire pressures, chassis balance. Understanding the kart inside and out is essential."
"That self-sufficiency is valuable," Matthieu said. "Most drivers don't have that experience."
Jaxon's tone was firm. "It's made me meticulous. I won't leave anything to chance."
"Schooling?"
"Home-schooled early on, then switched to online classes. I arrange my schedule to prioritize training and track time."
"That kind of support is important," Matthieu said softly. "What do you expect from Alpine?"
Jaxon considered. "Access to top-level resources—simulators, coaching, physical training, and media preparation. I want to be challenged and pushed beyond my limits."
"And your plan for the next seasons?"
"Finish karting strongly, then step into cars—Formula 4 or equivalent. Wherever I have the best opportunity to grow."
"Flexibility is crucial."
Matthieu paused, then asked, "Any questions for me?"
Jaxon nodded. "How much simulator time will I have?"
"Fifteen to twenty hours a week. It's not just driving laps—it's feedback, data analysis, working closely with engineers."
"And media training?"
"From day one. We prepare drivers for interviews, sponsor engagement, and public appearances. It's part of the job."
Jaxon wrote a brief note. "Understood."
Matthieu's tone grew more serious. "Jaxon, this is about more than raw speed. Maturity and coachability are key. Can you accept criticism and adapt?"
Jaxon's eyes narrowed with determination. "I've learned that quickly. Mistakes happen, but you have to fix them and move forward. No ego."
"And the off-track responsibilities—media, sponsors, team culture—are you ready for that?"
Jaxon exhaled softly. "I understand it's part of the package. I'm prepared."
Matthieu smiled faintly. "Good. It's essential you fit our team's values and culture."
Jaxon nodded. "This is serious to me. I want to be part of something that pushes me to the top."
"Any last questions?"
"No," Jaxon said firmly.
Matthieu stood. "Next steps: simulator sessions, likely in person when possible. If all goes well, contract talks will follow."
Jaxon nodded. "I look forward to it."
—
The screen lit up.
A clean, restrained office came into view—white walls, matte shelving, nothing flashy. A few carefully placed items stood out: a framed photo of the 1996 title-winning FW18, a row of racing books, and a single silver trophy tucked off-center. The kind of room that spoke more about legacy than ego.
A man in his early fifties adjusted his headset and looked directly into the camera. Crisp navy Williams jacket. Wire-rim glasses. Calm, analytical eyes.
"Good afternoon, Jaxon," he said with a nod. "I'm Mark Hewitt—Head of the Williams Driver Academy. Appreciate you making time for this."
"Good to meet you, sir," Jaxon replied, calm and direct.
Mark studied him for a moment. "Let's be clear—speed is a requirement in this sport. And you've shown more than enough of it. Every championship you've entered, you've dominated. That's not normal. That's the kind of record that forces people to pay attention."
Jaxon didn't respond with a smile. Just a steady, professional nod. He knew exactly what it meant to win like that.
"That said," Mark continued, his tone shifting subtly, "what we need to know now is what's behind that dominance. What kind of driver are you when no one's watching? When things go wrong? When the setup isn't perfect and the pressure's on?"
He leaned in slightly—not aggressive, just focused.
"Because the truth is, in Formula One, being fast gets you noticed. But everything else determines whether you stay."
Mark leaned back, his tone moving from polite to precise—the kind of shift that came before decisions were made.
"Speed gets you noticed," he said again. "But that's just the start. We're not just looking for race winners—we're looking for professionals. People with maturity. Coachability. Long-term potential."
Jaxon remained still. Just listened—steady, sharp-eyed.
"Formula One isn't just about the driving," Mark continued. "It's the full package—media, sponsors, team culture, pressure. You'll need to deliver in every area. Not just in the kart or the car."
He paused for a moment. "You've dominated every championship you've entered. That tells me you're quick. That you know how to win. But what we care about now is how you operate. How involved are you technically?"
Without hesitation, Jaxon answered, "I do all the setup work myself."
Mark lifted his eyebrows slightly. "All of it?"
"Everything that affects performance," Jaxon said. "Toe, caster, ride height, axle width, tire pressures, carb tuning, gear ratios—I handle it."
"No mechanic?"
"None," Jaxon said. "Only help I get is for teardown and transport. The rest—I've had to learn."
Mark's expression didn't change, but the silence that followed felt heavier, like something had just clicked.
"So you understand how your kart behaves under every change?"
"Every change is my responsibility," Jaxon said. "If I feel something off, I fix it. If I lose time, I find out why. There's no one to blame and no one to ask. It's just me and the kart."
Mark tapped his pen once. "That's rare."
"It wasn't a choice," Jaxon said. "But it's made me better."
Mark didn't respond immediately. Then: "Let's talk about the other half of this job. You'll be expected to represent the team—media interviews, sponsors, public appearances. Do you feel ready for that?"
"I've started preparing," Jaxon said. "Studied how drivers handle interviews. Practiced speaking clearly under pressure. I record myself, review it, fix what sounds wrong. I know how fast a bad quote spreads."
"And why do you take that seriously?"
"Because it reflects on the team," Jaxon said. "If I mess that up, it doesn't matter how fast I am. I lose the seat."
Mark gave the faintest nod—more thought than agreement.
"You think you're a fit for Williams?"
"I think Williams wants someone who doesn't need to be told twice," Jaxon said quietly. "Someone who works, who's accountable, who can be trusted to carry the weight. That's all I've ever done."
The soft sound of rain tapped steadily against the window behind Mark.
Mark set his notepad aside and shifted slightly in his chair. His tone stayed measured, but now clearly structured—as if ticking through a checklist that mattered.
"Let's go through a few key areas," he said. "Start with your background—we've seen the results. But I want to hear it from you. What's your karting career looked like so far?"
Jaxon answered without hesitation. "I started racing when I was six. Won my first championship that same year. Since then, I've dominated every championship I've entered—local, national, European."
Mark gave a small nod. "That's impressive. What do you think separates you from the rest?"
"I don't let things slide," Jaxon said. "Every session, every lap—I treat it like a final. Doesn't matter if it's qualifying or free practice. I don't take shortcuts. I know how to win, and I know how to stay consistent."
Mark jotted something quickly. "And your career goals? Where are you trying to go with this?"
"Formula One," Jaxon said flatly. "Not to show up—to win."
Mark looked up again. "What motivates you?"
"Getting better," Jaxon said. "Every time I go out, there's something to fix. Some detail to sharpen. That's what drives me. I can't stand standing still."
Mark glanced at the next note. "Let's talk technical understanding. How would you rate your ability to give feedback?"
"High," Jaxon said. "I've had to rely on my own feedback from day one. I know how the kart changes with every adjustment—I've felt it myself. I don't just say 'understeer'—I say where, when, and what it's tied to."
"And handling pressure?"
"I race like I don't have a second chance," Jaxon said. "That's how I was raised in this. Pressure doesn't faze me—it sharpens me."
Mark leaned forward slightly. "Criticism?"
"If I'm wrong, I fix it. If something isn't working, I want to know. There's no point getting defensive when the data's already there."
"And setbacks? Bad weekends?"
"I don't sulk," Jaxon said. "I review everything and come back sharper. Losing doesn't sit well with me. I make sure it doesn't happen twice."
Mark nodded slowly. "How do you approach teamwork? Communication with engineers or teammates?"
"I keep it clear and direct," Jaxon said. "I don't sugarcoat problems. If something's wrong, I say it. If something's good, I confirm it. And I always listen—doesn't matter who's talking, if it's useful, I take it in."
Mark flipped to the final page in his notes. "How do you manage school around racing?"
"I switched to online coursework," Jaxon said. "Flexible hours. I front-load assignments when I have a race weekend. It's not easy, but racing comes first. I work around it."
Mark gave a slow nod. "What do you expect from us? If you join the academy—what are you looking for?"
"Resources that help me grow," Jaxon said. "Access to better tools. Feedback from experienced people. Physical training, media prep, and sim time. I don't need hand-holding. I just want to be pushed."
"And your plans for the next season?"
"Testing in cars," Jaxon said. "F4 if the opportunity's right. Maybe an international series if I can get a seat. I'll relocate if that's what it takes."
Mark folded the page back and looked across the screen. "Any questions for us?"
Jaxon took a breath. "Yes. How much sim time will I get if I'm brought in? What's the structure of the support—media, fitness, mental performance? And how closely will I work with engineers when I move into cars?"
Mark gave a small smile. "Good questions. You'll get between fifteen and twenty sim hours a week, structured with feedback sessions. You'll be assigned a trainer for both fitness and mindset coaching. And once you're in a car seat, you'll be integrated into our junior engineering group. Same people who work on our F3 and F2 setups."
Jaxon nodded once. That was what he needed to hear.
Mark tapped his pen against the desk once, then stilled. "Anything else?"
Jaxon shook his head. "No, sir."
Mark straightened. "Alright, Jaxon. We'll be in touch after the next phase. Good work today."
The screen faded out, leaving Jaxon in silence.
—
The screen flickered to life, a sharp Red Bull-branded virtual background framing the figure on the other side. No fluff. No fancy office. Just a high-end headset, a crisp black polo with the iconic logo, and eyes that missed nothing.
Lena Hartmann, head of Red Bull's junior program, leaned forward slightly, fingers steepled as she regarded Jaxon through the screen. Behind her, a sleek racing simulator rig blurred softly into the background, a couple of trophies resting on a sparse shelf, and a neon bull emblem pulsing quietly.
"Jaxon Rose," Lena began, voice clipped but not cold. "Good to connect. These meetings are private — one-on-one. No distractions. Just straight talk."
She gave a brief nod, eyes sharp behind thin-rimmed glasses. "You're familiar with virtual meetings?"
"Yeah," Jaxon said, steady but cautious.
Lena's gaze sharpened, leaning in as if challenging him through the screen.
"We don't recruit raw speed alone," she said low and sharp. "We want maturity. Coachability. Professionalism. You've dominated karting — no question. But can you grow? Adapt? Handle the spotlight?"
Jaxon's jaw tightened but his voice held steady. "Winning's not enough. I'm ready to work harder than anyone. I learn fast. I'm not here to be carried."
A brief pause. Lena's eyes drilled into his.
"You'll be under constant scrutiny. Media, sponsors — can you handle it, or does it throw you off?"
Jaxon didn't flinch. "I prepare for it. Every interview, every appearance is part of the job. I won't slip up."
Her tone softened slightly — less interrogation, more appraisal.
"Culture is huge here. We want people who fit the team, who get what it means to be Red Bull — the pressure, the pace, the passion. Why do you think you'd fit?"
Calm but determined, Jaxon replied, "I'm built for it. I don't back down. I thrive under pressure. This isn't just racing — it's a lifestyle. I'm ready."
Lena's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
"Good. That's what we want."
She didn't waste time.
"Tell me about your background. We know you dominate karting, but in your own words."
Jaxon's eyes sharpened. "Started racing at six. Won my first championship the same year. Since then, I've dominated every series — local, national, European. No one's come close."
She nodded, tapping her pen.
"Ambitious. What's the endgame? Where do you want your career to go?"
"Formula One," Jaxon said flatly. "Not just to race — to win."
Lena's gaze flickered.
"And when it gets tough? What keeps you going?"
"Getting better. Every lap, every session is a chance to fix something. I can't stand standing still. Pressure sharpens me — it doesn't break me."
"Good. Racing's brutal. Setbacks, criticism — how do you handle that?"
Jaxon's voice hardened just slightly. "I don't let it get to me. If I'm wrong, I fix it. If I lose, I learn fast and come back stronger. No excuses."
Lena's expression softened, a fraction.
"Technical side — how's your feedback? Can you tell engineers what's going on with the car?"
"I do my own setup — chassis, pressures, tuning. I know what's happening out there. I don't just say 'it's understeering' — I say when, where, and why."
She raised an eyebrow.
"And teamwork? Communication?"
"Clear and direct," Jaxon said. "If something's wrong, I say it straight. If it's good, I say that too. I listen when it counts."
Lena shifted.
"Balancing school, life, and racing — how's that working?"
"Switched to online classes. Flexible schedule. Racing always comes first. I organize everything around it."
She nodded approvingly.
"What do you want from us if you join Red Bull's academy?"
"Tools to get better. Sim time, coaching, fitness, media training. I don't need coddling — I want to be pushed."
"And next season?"
"Testing cars. F4 or equivalent. I'll relocate if needed."
Lena smiled, the first real warmth of the call.
"Good. Any questions for me? About the program, support, development?"
Jaxon considered briefly.
"How structured is sim time? Mental coaching? How involved are engineers once I move into cars?"
She nodded.
"Sim's intense — 20 hours minimum weekly, with daily debriefs. Dedicated mental trainers. Engineers work closely from day one."
Jaxon gave a curt nod.
"Sounds like what I need."
Lena leaned back slightly, eyes locking onto his with an intensity beyond racing.
"Jaxon, raw speed gets you in the door. What keeps you here is professionalism. How do you define that?"
Jaxon's voice was steady, deliberate.
"Showing up prepared. Doing what's asked without excuses. Taking responsibility — on and off track."
"Good. Mindset? How do you handle the pressure — the ups and downs?"
"I focus on what I control. Pressure sharpens me, doesn't take over. Setbacks are lessons, not roadblocks."
Lena nodded.
"Communication's vital. How do you make sure your message gets through, especially with engineers and teammates?"
"Clear and concise. No fluff. I listen first, then respond precisely. Keeps the team moving."
"And motivation? What drives you?"
"Improvement. Being better than yesterday. Winning's the goal, but the process is everything."
Her eyes narrowed, voice hardening a notch.
"Culture fit — it's about mindset. Relentless, fearless, pushing harder every day. This isn't a club; it's a battlefield. Why should Red Bull bet on you?"
Jaxon's gaze locked in, voice calm but steel underneath.
"Because I don't back down. I thrive where others fold. I'm built for this intensity — I'm here to dominate, not take part."
Lena let out a short, approving nod.
"That's exactly what we want."
She folded her arms.
"Alright, Jaxon. That's all from me. We'll review your results, mindset, fit."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"If you're what we need, you'll hear from us fast. No waiting."
Jaxon nodded once, voice steady.
"Understood. I'll be ready."
The screen blinked, then went dark.
—
Jaxon clicked the link and entered the Zoom call. The video window filled with the warm, elegant backdrop of Matteo Rinaldi's office — trophies gleaming softly behind him, the prancing horse emblem subtly displayed.
Matteo Rinaldi sat behind an ornate desk, dressed in a sharp blazer with the iconic prancing horse embroidered subtly on his breast pocket. His demeanor was formal, every movement measured, embodying decades of racing heritage.
Matteo sat straight-backed, his expression serious but composed. "Jaxon Rose," he began, voice steady and measured. "Welcome to Ferrari's academy interview. Our conversations are private and reserved for those who understand the legacy and responsibility of wearing the Prancing Horse. Whether virtual or in person, we expect discipline, precision, and respect."
He paused for a moment, then a slight smile flickered. "Before we begin, I have a message from Ollie Bearman. He expressed his pride in joining the Scuderia Ferrari academy and mentioned that Ferrari is the natural destination for drivers with serious ambitions. He also conveyed his hope that you're prepared to demonstrate you belong here as well."
Matteo's eyes gleamed with a hint of challenge. "Consider that your welcome."
Jaxon nodded, keeping his expression neutral but focused. "Thank you for passing that along. Ollie's success is well-earned. I respect what he's achieved with Ferrari. As for me, I'm here to show I belong just as much. I don't shy away from challenges."
Matteo folded his hands on the desk, his gaze steady.
"The purpose of today's conversation is straightforward, Jaxon. Our focus extends beyond pure pace. We want to evaluate your professionalism, your resilience under pressure, your communication skills, and what motivates you both on and off the track."
He paused briefly, then continued, voice firm but measured.
"Ferrari's academy is more than a driver development program. You will have access to comprehensive physical conditioning, advanced simulator training to prepare you for the complexities of car racing, media coaching to represent the Scuderia with grace, and assistance in managing sponsorship relationships."
Matteo's eyes sharpened. "Equally important is how you align with our culture — one forged through decades of racing heritage, discipline, and an unwavering commitment to excellence. We seek drivers who embody the spirit and responsibility of Ferrari, not just their speed."
Jaxon nodded, voice calm but firm. "I appreciate the emphasis on professionalism and resilience. Racing isn't just about speed—it's about how you handle the pressure, the setbacks, and how you communicate with your team. That's where real growth happens."
He paused, then added, "Physical conditioning and simulator work have been part of my daily routine for years. I'm ready to meet the increased demands of car racing and all the preparation it requires."
Jaxon's eyes didn't waver. "Media and sponsor commitments are part of the role, and I understand the importance of representing the team well. I'm prepared to uphold those standards."
Finally, he leaned forward slightly. "As for Ferrari's culture — I have a deep respect for the legacy and discipline it demands. I want to be more than just fast; I want to be worthy of the Prancing Horse."
Matteo's expression softened just a fraction, a subtle nod acknowledging Jaxon's maturity and understanding.
"Very well said, Jaxon. It's clear you grasp the full scope of what it means to be part of Ferrari—not just the speed, but the responsibility, the discipline, and the constant pursuit of excellence."
Matteo leaned forward slightly, steepling his fingers. "Let's discuss your background. You've had notable success in karting. What do you consider your greatest achievement so far, and how has it shaped your approach?"
Jaxon met his gaze steadily. "Winning the national and European championships back-to-back stands out. Those experiences taught me the importance of consistency and preparation—dominating isn't just about speed, it's about controlling the whole race."
Matteo nodded. "Looking ahead, what are your career goals? What drives you to push forward, especially when things get difficult?"
Jaxon's voice remained steady. "My goal is clear—Formula One, to compete at the highest level and win. What drives me is the constant challenge. When setbacks happen, I use them to fuel my focus and improve. Giving up isn't an option."
"Racing is as much a mental challenge as a physical one," Matteo continued. "How do you handle pressure, setbacks, and criticism? Can you give an example?"
Jaxon leaned in slightly. "Pressure sharpens me. After a tough race last season where I made a costly mistake, I analyzed what went wrong, adjusted my approach, and came back stronger the next weekend. Criticism is valuable—if it's honest—and I use it to grow."
Matteo adjusted his tie. "Technical understanding is vital. How involved are you with setup and providing feedback to engineers or your team?"
Jaxon's eyes showed focus. "I've handled most of my kart setups myself—chassis balance, tire pressures, everything. I know what changes affect performance and can communicate that clearly. I'm ready to work closely with engineers as I move into cars."
"Teamwork and communication are cornerstones of success here," Matteo said, eyes intent. "How would you describe your style when working with others?"
"Direct and clear," Jaxon replied. "I'm honest about what works and what doesn't, and I listen carefully to feedback. Effective communication keeps everyone aligned."
Matteo's tone softened. "Balancing school, personal life, and racing is no easy task. How have you managed this so far?"
"Switching to online schooling helped," Jaxon said. "I organize my schedule around training and races. Racing comes first, but I maintain focus on academics."
He nodded. "What do you expect from Ferrari's academy? What support do you need to excel?"
Jaxon's voice was firm. "Access to high-level simulator time, professional coaching, fitness training, and media preparation. I don't need hand-holding—I need challenges that push me."
"And finally, what are your plans for the coming seasons? Are you open to relocating to fully commit to this path?"
Jaxon didn't hesitate. "I'm prepared to move wherever necessary to advance my career. Testing in cars and stepping into Formula 4 or equivalent is my immediate goal."
Matteo finished with a slight smile. "Do you have any questions about our development program, simulator access, or the support structure in place?"
Jaxon considered briefly. "How integrated is the simulator training with on-track testing? And how involved are the coaches in driver development?"
Matteo nodded approvingly. "Our simulator program is fully integrated with on-track data. Every session is designed to mirror the nuances of the car and circuit. It's a critical tool for learning and performance improvement."
Jaxon listened intently. "That integration is key. I've used simulators before, but knowing it reflects real track conditions makes all the difference. It's how you bridge the gap between theory and execution."
Matteo continued, "Our coaching staff is deeply involved in every step of your development—technical feedback, physical conditioning, mental preparation. They work closely with you to ensure you progress steadily and address weaknesses promptly."
Jaxon nodded. "Having that kind of support is essential. I'm used to managing a lot myself, but I'm ready to collaborate with coaches who can push me further and hold me accountable."
Matteo's gaze sharpened. "This isn't just training—it's a complete transformation from karting to professional racing. We expect full commitment."
Jaxon met his gaze steadily. "I understand. It's not just about talent; it's about dedication every day. I'm prepared to give everything it takes."
Matteo leaned back slightly, a hint of a smile breaking through his serious demeanor. "Jaxon, you've shown a clear understanding of what it takes to succeed here. Before we conclude, I want to stress one thing — being part of Ferrari is a privilege and a responsibility. It demands not just skill, but character."
Jaxon nodded firmly. "I don't take that lightly. Wearing the Prancing Horse means representing something bigger than myself. I'm ready for the challenge."
Matteo's eyes held a steady intensity. "Good. We'll be reviewing all the candidates carefully. Should you be selected, expect to be pushed harder than ever before. But also supported — by the best people, with the best resources."
Jaxon's voice was calm and confident. "That's exactly the environment I'm looking for."
Matteo gave a final nod. "Thank you for your time today, Jaxon. We'll be in touch soon."
—
Jaxon joined the Teams call. The screen showed a stark, high-tech room filled with screens streaming telemetry data and CFD models. The hum of quiet servers was almost audible through the connection.
Anika Schultz appeared—Mercedes' academy head. Her demeanor was cool, measured, and intensely focused. She wore a sleek, minimalistic outfit in silver and black, embodying the team's ethos of efficiency and innovation.
"Jaxon Rose," Anika began, her voice calm but precise. "Welcome. This conversation is confidential and designed to evaluate how well you fit within Mercedes' culture—an environment built on data-driven decisions, technical excellence, and mental resilience. Our process is rigorous, and standards are high, regardless of location."
Jaxon nodded, his tone steady and professional. "Thank you, Anika. I understand the importance of data and precision. Throughout my karting career, I've focused on analyzing every detail to improve performance. I'm ready to adapt to Mercedes' rigorous standards and contribute to the team's pursuit of excellence."
Anika's expression remained steady. "The purpose of today's discussion is to evaluate more than your on-track results. We want to understand your professionalism, your mindset when facing pressure, your communication approach, and what motivates you beyond racing."
She paused briefly, eyes sharp. "Equally important is how you align with Mercedes' culture — a relentless focus on innovation, teamwork, and long-term development. We invest in drivers who demonstrate resilience and the ability to evolve continuously."
Jaxon met her gaze steadily. "I understand. Racing is never just about speed — it's about how you respond to setbacks and pressure, and how you work with your team to find solutions. I focus on clear communication and constant improvement, both personally and as part of a group. That's how progress happens."
He added, "Mercedes' emphasis on innovation and teamwork fits perfectly with how I approach racing. I'm ready to adapt, learn, and contribute to a long-term vision."
Anika's tone remained measured as she began, "Let's start with your background. Your karting record is strong. What achievement are you most proud of, and how has it influenced your approach to racing?"
Jaxon responded thoughtfully, "Winning multiple championships early taught me that consistency and preparation are just as important as speed. It's about controlling the race from start to finish."
She continued, "Looking ahead, what are your career goals? What drives you when challenges arise?"
Jaxon's voice was steady. "My goal is clear: to reach Formula One and compete at the highest level. When faced with setbacks, I analyze what went wrong and focus on improving. Persistence keeps me moving forward."
Anika nodded. "Racing is as much mental as physical. How do you handle pressure and criticism?"
"I see pressure as a tool to sharpen focus," Jaxon said. "After mistakes, I review them critically and work to fix the issues. Constructive criticism is essential, and I use it to get better."
She asked, "How involved are you technically? Do you provide feedback on setups?"
"I've handled most kart setups myself, from tire pressures to chassis balance," Jaxon explained. "I'm comfortable analyzing data and communicating clearly with engineers."
"Teamwork and communication are vital here," Anika said. "How would you describe your style?"
"Direct and collaborative," Jaxon replied. "I'm honest about what works and listen carefully to others. Clear communication keeps the team aligned."
Anika's tone softened slightly. "Balancing school and racing isn't easy. How do you manage?"
"Switching to online schooling helped," Jaxon said. "I organize my time to prioritize training and races without neglecting academics."
She asked, "What do you expect from Mercedes' academy? What support do you need?"
Jaxon's voice was firm. "Access to simulator time, professional coaching, fitness programs, and media training. I want to be challenged and held accountable."
"And your plans for the next seasons?" Anika pressed. "Are you open to relocating?"
Jaxon nodded without hesitation. "I'm ready to move wherever necessary to pursue my career. Stepping into car racing is my immediate focus."
Anika concluded, "Do you have any questions about our development process or support systems?"
Jaxon considered briefly. "How integrated is simulator training with on-track testing? And how involved are coaches in daily driver development?"
Anika nodded, a faint smile breaking her otherwise composed demeanor. "Our simulator training is closely linked to on-track performance. We use real data to ensure every session is relevant and precise, helping drivers adapt quickly to different circuits and conditions."
She continued, "Coaches work closely with drivers daily, analyzing data, providing feedback, and tailoring training programs. It's a collaborative effort to maximize development while maintaining focus on the long-term goal—success in Formula One."
Anika's gaze sharpened. "Our approach is meticulous. We expect full dedication, but in return, you'll have access to cutting-edge resources and expert guidance."
Jaxon nodded thoughtfully, absorbing Anika's words. "That level of integration and daily support is exactly what I'm looking for. Having coaches who are involved every step of the way will push me to improve and adapt faster."
He leaned forward slightly, voice steady. "I'm ready to commit fully and take on the challenges ahead. Working with a team that demands precision and offers top-tier resources fits perfectly with my goals."
Jaxon met Anika's gaze with quiet determination. "Thank you for the opportunity today. I look forward to the possibility of contributing to Mercedes and growing within the program."
—
Jaxon was starting to get sick of the endless interviews—each one polished, rehearsed, and draining. This time, he decided, he'd just be himself. No filters, no extra performance. Just the raw drive and honesty that got him here.
Jaxon clicked into the Zoom call. The bright, airy virtual background showed McLaren's workshop—sleek chassis highlighted by orange accents, surrounded by cutting-edge technology. The vibe was energetic but inviting.
On screen, Lila Harper appeared, McLaren's academy head—approachable yet confident, dressed casually in a team-branded shirt and blazer.
"Jaxon Rose," she said with a warm smile. "Good to meet you. Our conversations usually happen over virtual calls like this, though sometimes we meet at our Woking base or test centers. This meeting is meant to get a genuine sense of who you are beyond lap times."
Jaxon nodded, voice even. "Good to meet you too, Lila."
Lila leaned forward slightly, her tone measured but encouraging. "At McLaren, we obviously look for talent and pace — but those aren't the only things that matter. What really stands out to us is how a driver carries themselves. Maturity, coachability, and professionalism are what take a career beyond karting."
Jaxon gave a small nod. "I've won every championship I've been in. That's just how I go about it — show up, figure it out, win. But I don't think that means anything unless you keep getting better."
She continued, "We're building future Formula 1 drivers, not just fast juniors. That means handling media, working with sponsors, and being someone our entire team is proud to have in orange."
Jaxon didn't flinch. "Yeah, that's all part of it. I'm fine with that. If I'm racing, I'm all in. Doesn't matter if it's laps or interviews — I'll get it done."
Lila gave a small, genuine smile. "What we're really trying to understand today is how you fit into all that — our values, our team environment, and where you want to go."
He looked right at her. "I just want to race. Formula 1's the goal, but I'm not trying to skip steps. If I fit here, great. I'll work, I'll learn, and I'll show up every day ready to go."
Lila's smile grew just a little, not flashy—just honest. "That's good to hear, Jaxon."
Lila glanced at her notes, then back at him. "Let's talk about how you work. When you're racing, how do you approach giving technical feedback? Are you comfortable breaking things down with a team?"
Jaxon nodded, straightforward. "Yeah. I've always done my own setup—chassis, pressures, gearing, everything. I've had help when I needed it, but I've been hands-on since the start. I know how the kart feels and I know what to change. I just say what it's doing and what I need from it. No guesswork."
Lila raised an eyebrow, impressed. "That kind of self-reliance is rare at your level."
She continued, "And what about setbacks? Mistakes? How do you deal with pressure when things don't go your way?"
Jaxon leaned back a bit, thinking. "You don't have a choice. You deal with it or you get left behind. I've had races go sideways—wrong setup, bad start, someone takes you out. You figure out what happened, fix it, and go again. No point whining."
Lila smiled faintly. "And when you're working with others—mechanics, coaches, teammates—what kind of communicator are you?"
"I'm not the loudest," Jaxon said. "But I listen, I say what I need, and I don't waste anyone's time. If someone's trying to help me, I'll meet them halfway. I just want to get better."
Lila nodded, checking something on her screen. "How do you manage the rest of your life around racing? School, time off—anything outside the kart?"
Jaxon shrugged. "Online school. I get it done between training and track time. It's not perfect, but it works. There's not really a 'time off' button in this. I don't think I've ever wanted one."
"And what do you expect from us?" she asked. "If you joined McLaren, what would you want this academy to give you?"
Jaxon didn't hesitate. "Push me. I want the right tools, but I don't want a soft landing. If I mess up, I want someone to call it out. I want to get better every time I show up."
Lila nodded slowly, absorbing that. "And next steps—what's your plan? Where do you want to be next season?"
Jaxon took a breath and laid it out plainly. "Okay, I want to be in F1 sooner rather than later, but McLaren has two young drivers under contract, and they'll most likely re-sign. I've been approached by every other team's driver academy, and honestly, yours looks the worst in terms of opportunity. Everybody wants me, so I know my worth at this point. If you want me to sign with you, you'll have to sweeten the deal. So far, the other teams want me to do testing and sim races and the whole nine yards, and that'll take a lot of time. I might miss the start of the F4 season or not get into it at all because of my age or have to wait until next season. Give me a guaranteed spot in F4, and I don't want to get stuck there for years if I win. Even if I'm young, I don't want to be held back because there aren't spots or because I'm too young to move up.
And I know you're skeptical, so let me prove it — I have a spot lined up at a track called Road America, where I'll race a one-time event for the locals since I was born there and come from there. You can tell your bosses you managed to poach the number one prospect from all the other teams."
Lila blinked, clearly caught off guard by the bluntness of his words. She stared at the screen for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought.
"This… isn't the usual way we hear things," she said slowly, voice measured but edged with surprise. "Most drivers don't come out this straightforward. I respect that—it's rare and refreshing, honestly."
She leaned back, fingers tapping lightly on the desk, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
"You're right about the competition. Drivers like you are at the top of every team's wishlist. The stakes are high. We know you're not just another prospect."
There was a flicker of hesitation in her expression, as if weighing the risks and benefits. Then, without a word, Lila clicked the mute button, and her screen went dark.
Minutes passed.
Then, unmuting herself, Lila returned with a serious, cautious tone. "Jaxon, I won't lie—this is a significant request. Guaranteeing an F4 seat and fast-tracking progression isn't something we take lightly. There are existing structures and contracts that we must respect."
She paused, choosing her words carefully. "But your initiative to race at Road America—that's impressive. It shows you're willing to put yourself on the line and back up your words."
Her gaze sharpened. "We recognize your potential. This isn't an easy yes, but it's not a no. We want to explore how to make this work, without compromising McLaren's values or long-term plans."
Lila gave a small, deliberate nod. "We'll be watching closely. If you deliver on your promise, we'll commit to securing a spot for you and moving your career forward as quickly as possible."
She leaned forward slightly, voice firm but measured. "This is a calculated risk—for you and for us. But talent like yours is rare, and McLaren doesn't shy away from challenges when the potential payoff is this high."
Jaxon's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the response. He had braced himself for a quick dismissal, maybe even a sharp rebuke. Instead, McLaren was actually listening—and considering.
He hadn't expected this to go well. He thought this was just a hailmary, something to throw out there because, as far as he was concerned, McLaren was the worst option on the table.
Jaxon blinked, then leaned forward slightly. "Alright, I get that it's a risk. But what would a good result look like for you guys? What's the benchmark I need to hit to prove I'm worth that fast-track spot?"
Lila nodded slowly at Jaxon's question, then clicked the mute button, and her screen went dark. After a few seconds, she unmuted and reappeared, her tone measured but firm.
"We'd expect a podium finish, ideally a win," she said. "For this event at Road America, McLaren will provide the car's body and technical support. The local team there will handle everything else—the setup, race day logistics. Your job is to deliver results on track."
She gave a small, confident smile. "If you can bring that kind of performance, it'll send a strong message to our management and everyone watching."
Jaxon nodded, a small grin tugging at his lips. "That sounds fair. Podium or better—I'm on it. Thanks for trusting me with this shot."
He paused, then added, "Looking forward to proving it—and working with McLaren."
Lila smiled warmly. "We're looking forward to it too, Jaxon. Welcome to McLaren's program. Let's make this count."
They exchanged quick final nods before the call ended, leaving Jaxon with a mix of excitement and determination.
Jaxon leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as he took a deep breath and opened the window. The cool air drifted in, cutting through the stuffiness of the room after hours of back-to-back calls.
A gentle knock came at the door. Terri's voice followed, soft but firm. "Jaxon? You've been in there all day. Haven't eaten a thing. Just wanted to check on you."
Jaxon glanced toward the door, voice steady but tired. "Okay... just finished the last interview. I'll be out soon."
Terri's footsteps retreated, leaving a quiet calm in the room as Jaxon turned back, ready for whatever came next.
Jaxon pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway, the weight of the day pressing down on him. He made his way downstairs, each step slower than the last.
In the living room, the Bearmans were gathered — Thomas with his usual half-smile, David trying to look casual but failing, and Terri glancing between them with a knowing look. They were all pretending not to be waiting for news, but their eyes betrayed them, bright and expectant.
As Jaxon crossed the room, their smiles flickered with something close to excitement, subtle but unmistakable.
The room was quiet, the Bearmans exchanging glances but saying nothing.
Finally, Thomas cleared his throat and asked softly, "So… did you make a decision yet?"
Jaxon met Thomas's expectant gaze and nodded. "Yeah. McLaren."
The room fell silent for a beat. Then Thomas blinked, caught off guard. "McLaren? Seriously?"
Adam's eyebrows shot up, disbelief mixing with surprise. "I thought you'd go with Ferrari."
Terri's lips pressed together, trying to mask her surprise but failing. "I figured Mercedes—you seemed like you wanted to challenge Ollie from there."
Suddenly, Thomas's phone yelled from the coffee table.
"Nooooooo!" Ollie's voice rang out, full of mock despair.
Thomas rolled his eyes, smirking. "Could have been a dynamic duo at Ferrari, huh?"
Thomas shook his head, still smiling. "Why McLaren, though? Everyone thought that was the worst choice for you."
Adam nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I don't get it either."
Terri added softly, "It just didn't seem like the best fit."
Adam sighed and looked at Jaxon. "We're not trying to be mean or anything. We just want to look out for you—you might get stuck in the junior series for a long time, and I don't think you want that."
Terri reached out, giving Jaxon's shoulder a quick squeeze. "We just want what's best for you, that's all."
From Thomas's phone, Ollie's voice rang out, loud and clear, "Traitor!"
Jaxon ran a hand through his hair, letting out a slow breath. "So, I laid it all out—what I want, what I expect. I told them I need a guaranteed F4 seat and a fast path up, no getting stuck in the juniors just because of my age or contracts."
He shook his head with a small smile. "Honestly, I thought I'd get shut down right away. Thought it was just a hailmary—something to throw out when all the other options felt better."
Jaxon's eyes gleamed with a mix of relief and disbelief. "But they actually listened. Took a moment to think it through, muted themselves, talked with their bosses. Then came back and said if I deliver a podium at Road America, they'd back me and push my career forward fast."
He shrugged. "Didn't expect it to go that well. Guess sometimes you gotta take risks and call it like it is."
Adam exchanged a look with Terri, then shook his head with a half-smile. "Well, that's a bold move. You called their bluff and it worked out."
Terri folded her arms, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "We were just worried you'd get stuck spinning your wheels in the juniors forever. Sounds like you made them sit up and pay attention."
Thomas nodded thoughtfully, then glanced at his phone, which suddenly burst out with Ollie's voice on speaker.
"Traitor! I disown you as a Bearman!" Ollie yelled, laughter in his tone. "We could've been the ultimate Ferrari duo, and you go McLaren? Damn it, Jax!"
Everyone in the room laughed, even Jaxon cracked a grin.
Thomas shook his head, grinning. "Guess you made your choice, but Ollie's still salty about it."
Jaxon smiled, shaking his head. "I guess now I have to make a trip down to Road America and show them what I can do."
Thomas laughed. "Hell yeah. No pressure or anything."
Terri gave him a mock stern look. "Just don't forget to eat while you're at it."
Adam nodded, smirking. "And bring us some souvenirs."