THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>Baldwin's Mansion, LA<<
Nanny Pamela stared at her phone as she checked the time again, she's been sitting on the same sofa in the living room, and haven't move an inch since she called Mr Baldwin.
"Are you sure he's gonna come home?" Mrs Jackson asked, dropping a place of tangerine on the table.
Just then the door pushed open, and Mr Baldwin strode in. Nanny Pamela glared harshly at him as he approached her, her eyes moved towards the cigarettes he held between his fingers, and handcuffs dangling on his waistband.
Mr Baldwin halted abruptly, and quickly threw the cigarette outside when he locked gaze with nanny Pamela.
A grin appeared on his face, and he rushed towards her and pulled her into a hug, but she pushed him off her when the overpowering stench of wine and cigarettes hit her.
