The moment Ricciardo's time was posted, Sid could no longer sit still. If the gap had been 0.3 or 0.4 seconds, he could have accepted it.
But the difference was a mere twenty-five thousandths of a second!
Had Wu Shi not given him a heads-up beforehand, there was no way he would have remained this restrained.
Even with the prior warning, his expression was incredibly dark, as if he might explode at the first person he bumped into.
In reality, once he forced his emotions to stabilize, his mind began racing.
As Wu Shi's manager, his job after an incident wasn't to uselessly complain about what had happened, but to figure out how to recoup their losses.
He mentally drafted his plans. In their upcoming negotiations with the Mercedes Team, securing a seat with them still had to be the top priority. Whether a chance remained or not, he had to fight for it.
