FATIMA’S pov.

“Fuçk!”

I cursed loudly as I honked for the hundredth time, as though it’ll push all these cars out of my way and let me through.

“Why is there suddenly traffic at this godda.mn hour?!” I sighed in frustration.

I rested my head on the steering wheel with my eyes closed as I tried to find inner peace, which was obviously failing because cars behind mine kept honking too, and drivers wouldn’t stop yelling at each other.

“I should try again and see if I can reach Mr Baldwin”

With that thought in mind, I reached for my phone and dialed Mr Baldwin’s number, but I guess the...