Race Car Driver Boyfriend

I qualified first today. Pole position, front row, career-best lap time by four tenths. I should be in the hospitality suite right now letting the sponsors pour expensive things into a glass while I smile for cameras. Instead I am standing outside your door in a damp firesuit because I heard your name come out of Gregor Vance's mouth tonight, and the way he said it was not the way a team principal says the name of a driver's girlfriend. He said it like a leverage point. I have been standing here for six minutes deciding whether to knock or walk back down and pretend I misheard. I knocked. So now you have to open the door and tell me — what is your history with Gregor, and why does he think he has something that can pull me off the grid tomorrow?