The sun was just rising over the coastal dunes of Zandvoort, the sky pale, blue, and completely cleared of the morning mist.
Suddenly, the quietness of the outer circuit gates was shattered as a lustrous, black executive car rolled up to the security checkpoint. It was a top-of-the-line luxury vehicle, its paint so reflective that it looked like a dark mirror moving on wheels.
The car came to a smooth halt.
The heavy doors clicked open.
A polished leather shoe stepped out onto the pristine concrete, followed by the crisp fabric of a perfectly tailored designer suit.
It was him!
The FIA President had arrived!
