A little task

The next day had arrived and it was now morning. However, Numba didn’t get much sleep. A few hours at most and even then he would toss and turn as his mind was so full. After the call ended with his father he sent him multiple messages updating him on the situation, after that Numba had one more call in the morning.

For the first time since he had been adopted by the family, he had heard his strong and unmovable father break down and started to cry over the phone. Hearing this, it tore Numba’s own heart.

Why wasn’t he born a few years earlier, maybe then he would be part of the business already, helping them sort out this mess. In fact, it was then that Numba even offered to come back. He was a lot stronger than before, and being part of the AFA already meant that he was a lot better than other Altereds out there.