Third person’s point of view

>Ferguson’s Penthouse—06:50pm<<

Ferguson swayed his shoulders to the soft beat playing in the background as he reached for his bottle of perfume, he’s currently in his huge walk-in closet, getting dressed for his family dinner.

He dropped the perfume after spraying some on himself, wore his jacket and checked out his hair one more in the mirror -making sure it's perfectly done, but with a huge frown on his face.

“Mr Alfonso?” Rob called, rushing towards the closet, with Ferguson’s ringing phone in his right hand. “May I come in?” he asked when he’s right outside the door.

“Yes, come in”

“Sir, your mother…whoa, whoa”...