HPDBC Chapter 9: Let Him Cook
Chapter 9: Let Him Cook
Chapter 9: Let Him Cook
As soon as the handkerchief touched the floor, I slammed my foot on the throttle.
The G force pinned me against the seat and I was sure it was the same for Mila as we peeled off, our cars roaring down the straight like a beast unleashed.
I couldn't keep down the smile on my face even if I wanted to.
I calmed myself, watching Mila's Lamborghini. I let her take the lead, watching her tail lights pull forward, knowing exactly what I was about to do.
I quickly glanced at the dashboard display. The Senna's system was already helping me, adjusting the angles of my rear wings and front flaps, feeding me information on everything from the temperature of my tires to my fuel consumption.
Mila had lost the moment she showed up in an Aventador. She just didn't know it yet. The Senna had literally been made for the track.
When the first curve came up, I switched to Race Mode, knowing I had to hit it perfectly. If I go too slow, I'd lose my momentum and if I go too fast? The car would fly off the track.
The tires squealed a bit as I took the turn, smelling the burning rubber of the tires.
I straightened out of my turn, the car's systems kicking in to minimize drag.
I roared after Mila, my car slowly catching up. I was hot on her heels as we took the next two curves, slowly gaining on her.
I had to make this look dramatic. More engagement on the video would at least mean she'll be reminded of me a lot.
As we approached the final curve, I focused. It was time to get serious.
I drifted through the curve, my grin widening as the Senna's Drift Control system kicked in. It was as if the car was reading my mind.
Mila's Aventador couldn't match the Senna's cornering capabilities, and I overtook her easily, the McLaren flying ahead as we hit the straightaway.
Finally. The final stretch. A straight line where I could finally test the full power of the Senna.
I clicked the car from Race Mode to Sport, reducing the downforce and freeing up speed.
"Nah," I said to myself, "I'd win."
I slammed down on the throttle and the car took off like it had been waiting for this moment.
After sorting out the details, we walked to our respective cars. Mila would lead the way to the lounge we would be celebrating in.
I tossed the keys to Matt who grinned at me. I feared that if I entered the Senna so soon after the race, I definitely won't be able to keep myself from speeding.
The feeling of racing down the track was just too much. I felt like superman.
We both entered the car and Matt started it, revving the engine. We exchanged grins before leaving, following Mila's Aventador.
We left behind her camera crew who would clean up the footage and edit it while we party and play.
That's what it meant to be rich. Be the idea guy and order other people to implement it.
"Ready, bro?" Matt asked as we hit the streets, his eyes fixed ahead.
"I should be asking you that." I said, glancing at him.
The next part of the plan hinged on Matt.
"You sure you can steer the conversation using Riley towards the country club?" I asked.
"Of course. Trust me, bro. I got this."
Matt would use Riley to bring up the exclusive country club that Mila was currently a member at. In order to become a member, one needed to be recommended by two current members.
All I needed was to make my wish to join the club look like an afterthought just because it came up in conversation.
Once I gain access to the club, I'd be able to rub shoulders with the right people and become an official player in high society.
I never knew I'd get this close, this fast. I had thought I'd still need one more date before I can broach the topic but it was a good thing we'd plan for the eventuality of a friend of Mila's Matt could build a rapport with.
Once I gain access to the club and get her stamp, I won't need Mila again.
Everything was going great. And that was why the universe chose that moment to throw a wrench in my plans.
That was when some idiot crashed into my car.