The following morning, Robert got up revived from the dead rest the earlier day's difficult work, welcomed on. This evening, he would be on the racetrack doing blistering laps. That was something to be amped up for, but he was gazing at the roofs instead of getting up with the excitement of driving.

His mother will definitely not miss any of those race, she will watch him and even kiss him without considering what position he finished. Those would have been possible if he told her about the racing already.

“Now is the ideal time to start the ball rolling.” He thought and got up. Doing hot laps wasn't racing,...