Raina loved the sound the stack of bills made when it smacked against her palm. She grinned as she shook hands with the race host, saying “Nice doing business with you,” before winking and blowing a cheeky kiss towards the two drivers she had just beaten. They both scowled at her as she turned her back and returned to her car. As she counted out the bills on the hood of her Charger, she heard someone approach. “If you’re looking to try and win this money,” she said without looking up, “you might want to consult first with the two guys whose asses I just kicked. I’m far better than I look.”