"I'll get right on it. Yes, sir", Aurora Firestone said as she just finished a conference call with one of the sponsor companies. The sponsors were quite happy with the results that their team had achieved so far in this season. It was the public performances of their drivers that needed some improvement. Not enough logos were being shown, mainly because their star driver Alex Mercer was a man of few words when it came to interviews and public appearances. She was going to have to talk to him about it, once again, and she predicted that he wasn't going to like it. All things considered though, the sponsors were happy and if they really were hesitant in signing their team on for a lucrative sponsorship, she could employ other more direct strategies to convince them. Aurora had done it before, and it was very common in all of her previous professions. If you wanted to get higher up, you just eased yourself in the right beds or crawled under the right desks.<br/><br/>From her team's perspective, it was 'simply' the trick of being a little more thorough about these little details than the other teams' supervisors. As a result they would attract better sponsorship contracts, which in turn allowed them better equipment, technology, resources, services and overall a higher chance of winning. If they wanted to belong to the best teams, or rather get the a hold of that grand prize, attempting to perfect every detail was going to be necessary. She'd talk about that to the team later. Not that they would want to hear about it, but she had best reminded them anyway. Winning doesn't come for free and certainly not at the level that they played.<br/><br/>Aurora wrote a few reminder notes before she folded up her desk into the wall of the room. She liked the rooms being somewhat tidy. It made for a quicker exit in case their 'truck' had to move unexpectedly. It's not like she expected a bandit attack so close to the race circuit and civilization, but it has more of a habit. She knew that the garage and inhabitants could probably care less about such tiny details and preparations, but in case they did have to speed off, they'd have to figure out their mess by themselves later. Looking out the window, Aurora spotted Alex making his way to the truck and decided she'd meet up.<br/><br/>"Hey there Alex", Aurora began as she saw him sit in a lazy chair not far from the garage. "You did a good job today."<br/>