THIRD PERSON’S pov.

>>Baldwin’s Penthouse, New Orleans<<

“It’s already 3:40pm” Nanny Pamela grumbled after checking the wall clock in the living room.

She reached for her phone and dialed Rachel’s number, but it went straight to voicemail, she continued trying a few more times, but each call went straight to voicemail.

“What’s going on? Has she forgotten we’re supposed to go shopping today?” she questioned herself.

She threw her phone on the table and laid back on the sofa, she closed her eyes to take a short nap, but suddenly sprang up when she suddenly recalled something.

She reached for her phone again and dialed another number, she waited a...