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❝ 𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 ━ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ━ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ━ 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. ❞

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"Florian Jackson was most definitely one of the best drivers throughout racing history." Will Buxton an F1 journalist commented. "He came from a very long line of racing drivers, each one had become monumentally successful, so do I think that she will be next?" He repeated the question he was asked, "We would be idiots to think anything otherwise." He chuckled. "This sixteen year old has rocketed through the ranks, the amount of potential we can she has from what she's shown in Formula 2 it ━ it's incredible." The man looked staggered.

"Would you count yourself as a fan then?" the interviewer chuckled.

"How can I not be?" he laughed, "It's true that a lot of people who are invested in the racing history of the Jacksons also follow her journey through the racing series' like a lifeline. I'll be honest and count myself as one of those people! For her to carry a legacy like that and the amount of pressure on her shoulders only to still be as human as she is? I think it's fair to say that her parents would be proud of what she has done so far, and it seems to be only getting better for her ━ especially with the recognition she is getting from big teams like Mercedes and Red━Bull."

"You think that Red━Bull are interested in her as one of their drivers for the future?"

"I think that it was no secret that Christian Horner was more than pissed off when the news was released that she became part of the Mercedes Young Driver Programme." The man laughed remembering how angry the Red━Bull boss was. "Then, to hear that they had acquired her as their reserve driver? It almost seemed as though Mercedes were staking their claim on her, just as Red━Bull did once upon a time with Max. I don't think that this year's championship is the only thing Toto and Christian are going to be fighting for." He joked. "Only ━ she has made it clear in the past that for as long as she sees as seat in her future with Mercedes, then she's perfectly happy with being where she is ━ and for that, I don't think anyone can blame her."

"What about the second seat drama? Do you think that's going to affect the way the team is going to operate in the future? Many Mercedes drivers in the past have claimed to be put second in comparison to Hamilton."

"If Mercedes really want to think about keeping a young talent like hers, they are going to have to rethink some things. Red━Bull showed that they could prioritise their young talent, and if Mercedes don't do that for her? I have no doubt that she'll start thinking about going elsewhere where they will." Will affirmed.

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A throat was cleared, "Okay, where am I looking? At you?" her eyes flickered from the interviewer to the camera.

"Yes, you're looking at me."

"Cool cool cool," she breathed out, nodding slightly. " . . . Do I look tall? Like, if you look at the monitor right now, would you assume I'm a tall person?" Reese Jackson━Jones rambled to the cameraman with a contemplative look on her face, adjusting her leather jacket as it was uncomfy.

The middle-aged man pulled a face at the odd and random question but answered nonetheless, "Yeah, I would say you look tall."

"Fantastic." she looked oddly please by that sentence.

"Can I get you to tell me who you are and what you do?" A woman from somewhere behind the camera requested.

She took in a deep breath, "My name is Reese Jackson━Jones. I am 16, I was born in Sydney, Australia. Currently, I'm a driver for the ART Formula 2 team and also the reserve driver for Mercedes━AMG Petronas Formula One Team." she finished with an over the top smile. "That is the right name, right?" she faltered, only smiling when she received nods from behind, "phew, that's good because it wouldn't look very great if I got that wrong." she laughed and shook her head, still not believing the position she was in right now.

Her, a 16 year old girl, is the reserve driver for Mercedes and only 1 race from possibly becoming the winner of the Formula 2 championship, with 4 left. She still couldn't regard her situation as truth ━ if she was being honest, it still felt like a fever dream.

"You've been an inspiration for young girls to go against the gender barriers in more male dominated sports ━ is that hard for you to deal with, as a young person yourself? How do you deal with the pressure?"

"Truthfully, I escape it all by racing. It may be a little backwards in a way, since that's the thing that causing the pressure, but at the same time being in a car and driving on those tracks is what keeps my sane." she chuckled. "I guess I got used to the pressure over the years, I mean ━ starting as young as I was, was definitely scary at the start, but even then ━" Reese shook her head, shrugging, "I knew I had what it took to beat all of those boys that were giving me a dodgy look when I competed in my first karting race, just because I was a girl, never mind how younger I was than them.

"It's nice, though. Being looked up to in that way, it's still a crazy thought to me. I never expected to be this, y'know, 'icon' for women in sports, nor did I expect his amount of support ━ it's ridiculous how much I'm recognised nowadays. I don't see any of this pressure as a negative, if anything, it's the opposite. I've got an opportunity here to prove hundreds of years of sexism wrong ━ and I love that with everything in me."

"Do you ever remember having moments in your life where you thought 'I'm not good enough for this' or 'I haven't got what it takes'?"

"There's obviously times where I've doubted things to do with racing, but I've never doubted my driving capabilities." she emphasised. "That's probably the only thing in my life that I can, with a hundred percent certainty, say that I have never nor will I ever doubt. I had such supportive parents and I had never been told to believe that I don't have what it takes, they always thought that I would be the best and I have no reason to think otherwise ━ because I'm a fucking great driver." Reese's face showed something that resembled a smirk. "And my age and gender doesn't change that, no matter how many times haters will say any different." She articulated.

"Okay! And that's a wrap on the Interviews for JJ for today, thank you everybody!"

Oh thank god, she thought. Reese couldn't bare any more questions that were pretty much the same as she was asked everyday, only this was for Netflix, she had to put effort in this time and look presentable, professional even. It definitely got boring after a while ━ plus, she was really really hungry.

"It was nice meeting you all, but hopefully I won't have to see any of you for a while." She joked to them, receiving laughs in response, they could understand how boring all of this could get after three hours of repetitive questions.

Before Reese left, she made sure to fist bump all the Netflix team, walking up to her PR manager, Aidan Murphy, who looked very done with the whole situation himself, yet plastered a believable fake smile onto his face when anyone looked in his direction. Ironically ━ considering this was his job, Reese was pretty sure Aidan hated doing these things more than her.

"Hey Irishman, are we good to go here?" Reese questioned the man, taking in his bright nail green nail polish and coloured sunglasses atop of his head. Aidan wasn't fond of the whole uniform thing when doing press related duties ━ and his way of fixing the boring attire was wild accessories.

Reese wasn't going to lie ━ she wished she could pull those off, especially in the cold weather of Russia this time of year.

"Yeah, we're all finished up here. Although, you have more interviews to do when we get into the paddock." The man saw her slightly irritated look and commented, "What can I say? You're a fan favourite and believe me when I say this ━ It's more annoying for me than it is for you, Sweets."

"Oh please, you don't have to stand around looking awkward as hell as they ask you very odd, personal and sexist questions, which aren't even original may I add." Reese rebutted, starting to walk out of the building and going down the one of the many sets of stairs in the establishment.

As they approached the entrance to the building, Reese was glad that everyone who had been outside, waiting for a picture or for her to sign something, had gone home and not stayed out in the cold. She didn't want to be responsible for anyone's hypothermia. Opening the gates, she finally set eyes on one of her most prized possessions. Scratch that ━ most prized possession.

When her parents died, there was an "age restriction" on most of the things in the will that legally belonged to her, but she wasn't allowed to touch or have them. However, this was one of the only things that she was allowed to properly own before she turned seventeen. People wouldn't be wrong when they said that Reese treated this thing like her own child  ━ because she did, proudly did she do so. It was what her father would have wanted.

"Aye, but all I get to do is stand there and make sure yous don't say anything stupid, therefore, I for one am certainly not allowed to do anything stupid, like punch those sexist melters in the face." Her PR manager looked pissed at the fact that he couldn't do anything about the negativity and hate that Reese had been receiving over the years, just from the fact she was a female ━ never mind everything else.

"As much as we would all love to see that, I don't wanna to be involved in any more court cases for a while, thank you very much." Reese had spent enough time in court and with lawyers to last a lifetime. "Plus, people are gonna hate, why ruin their fun?" She shrugged, it was always amusing to her how people that didn't even know her would waste such precious time of their days to come up with the stuff that was thrown at her.

"Have I ever mentioned how much that I love that I don't have to drive you everywhere?" The Irishman randomly questioned after a few seconds of silence. Both were standing in front of the thing that she probably loved most in her life.

"You probably have, but it's always nice to hear about how great I am." She sarcastically smiled, grabbing her keys out of her leather jacket's pocket, and clicking the button that would open the car doors. The 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429's doors. Betty was what she called it. After the song, of course, as the car was all black and the song was a banger.

Reese had gotten her provisional licence as soon as she was able to, meaning that she was allowed to drive her road car herself, as long as there was a person over the age 21 in the car that had held their drivers licence for over 3 years. Which, luckily for her, a certain PR manager was and has.

"Where are we off to, Irishman?" She called him by the nickname she had assigned to him the second she heard his accent. Although she may not know what he means sometimes with his slightly odd lingo, she had gotten used to it over the past 2 years. Even if she had to google certain phrases he said.

"One, stop calling me that and two, I actually have no idea."

"Ah, very helpful! Well ━ d'ya wanna carefully speed through some Russian streets until we get to the track?" She adjusted her seat belt as it caught slightly on her jacket, looking over to his side and smiling mischievously.

Aidan had no chance to respond before the loud roar of the engine was heard and her foot was pressed against the accelerator, jolting him forwards until his seat belt caught his body.

May Jesus, Mary and Joseph save me was the notion running through his mind. He truly never had been a fan of fast, moving cars, yet here he was. Yay.

Reese just hoped that he wouldn't puke in her car. Never the car. Her baby didn't deserve such icky things to happen to her.

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