the clock’s ticking, hinting it hits 8 by the evening. Collecting the toys and lego blocks by the rug, the little girl on your arm nodded off to her dreamland already. It’s been a couple months since you’ve babysit Geto’s daughters. The politician’s been taking his time pouring his energy on his work, leaving minimum time to spend for his adopted girls at home.

As you got up whilst carrying the dirty blonded hair girl, your other hand sought for her teddy. Acknowledging her outburst if she woke up without her Mr. Teddy on her side. With a sigh after laying her by her bed, all you need to do is to clean up the girl’s playroom before wrapping up. When the room is clear, the house is neat, with a last glance towards the room, you’re ready to leave. Only to be stared right through your soul by the man sitting on his leather armchair. Glass of scotch on his hand- typical, his legs crossing on top of eachother.

”How’s the girls?” He chimed. Voice gruffed and heavy from the burden of his work. Faint thud echoed the room as he placed down his glass. Emptying his suit off the armchair next to him, a gesture of invitation for you to engage in a conversation with him.