Dinner Preparation.

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” Rob forgot what he was going to say immediately he saw his boss.

He tilted his head with a confused frown plastered on his face.

“Why are you getting all dressed up for a family dinner, sir?”

Ferguson chuckled at the words 'family dinner', as though he found them funny.

He reached for his Rolex watch, and wore it, then did an overall check out