The next morning, Abdel took care of his administration. He had learned it from his father. He wrote everything down in a journal instead of entering it into his laptop. He made a small entry about how the day had gone and, in another, recorded all his financial dealings of the day. He had his bank account open and went through the incoming transactions. He smiled, seeing there were a lot of transfers of 50 pounds. His savings account was growing nicely. Tony had started contributing to the household. He decided to look into the penthouse the client had told him about.
He calculated carefully and wrote down each transaction in his financial journal, wiring 30% of the earned amount into Tony's bank account. With his earnings and his father's allowance, the kid was getting rich! The man Tony wanked had given a hefty tip and making sure to add that "handsome blonde lad" was welcome to join at any time. Abdel contemplated what to do with it and decided Tony would receive the entire 500; he had earned it. Abdel was very conscientious and serious with his administration, as his father taught him.
Abdel's father came from a very poor, large family and it left him scarred. When he was a child, there was not enough food for them to eat and he only had basic schooling. He came to Manchester with his young wife to escape poverty and got a job as a bus driver. Three children were born and they were doing alright.
Abdel was the youngest; he had an older sister and an older brother. Mohamed, his dad, wanted better for them than he had - to never go hungry and get the best education possible. Mohamed had a lot of issues; for one, he could not eat until all his children had eaten. He just couldn't. His kids cried, begged him to eat, refused to eat themselves but he just could not eat before his children were satisfied. As a child, he used to beg his classmates for leftovers. Even though he knew he was in a better place now and food was plenty, he physically was not able to eat with his children.
Mohamed made a small career for himself, he became a planner for the light rail network. When the children got older, they taught his wife, who was illiterate, to read. His family was coming together in a nice way and Mohamed found eating was a bit easier. All his kids ended up doing pretty well for themselves.
