THIRD PERSON’S pov.

>>Black-Knight’s Base, LA<<

Mr Baldwin’s phone buzzed on the desk which caught his attention, he glared at the screen and saw Fatima’s name flashing on it, but turned off his phone, and focused his attention on the file he was reading.

After a few seconds, the buzz died down and he reached for his phone, and dialed his wife’s number, but suddenly frowned deeply.

“Why can’t I get through to her every fuçking time?!” he growled and tossed his phone back on the table.

He leaned back on his swivel chair, threw his head back and began massaging his forehead frustratingly.

“Voicemail every goddamn time!” he grumbled....