"No. No, no. I told him to have it ready by Monday? Why won't it be ready by Thursday then? I swear to god. I'm so sick of this bullshit! You know damn well that the boss will have my neck for this if it isn't done on time. Alright. Alright. Good. Thank-you. I'm home now, so I'll talk to you Monday. Thanks again, Cameron. Kick his ass for me. Hah. Alright. Thank-you. Goodnight." Yes, Thorn was one of those people. Talking on his cellphone while driving. He knew it was unsafe. That didn't keep him from doing it. The 29 year old male pulled into his garage and parked the car. He had been at an emergency business meeting that night and had to leave home. Unfortunately, that meant having to leave his baby girl. Luckily, he had been able to find his babysitter for the night. For being so young, he had been pretty successful in his work life. But then again, he had no choice. To raise a baby, he had to bring in some sort of money to keep himself and his child alive. He would do anything for her. Thorn stepped out of his car and locked it with a push of a button. It beeped and he shoved the keys into his coat pocket. He walked to the door and sighed, opening it. Walking in, he peered around. The house was quite. Freya must have been in bed. Jeez. This babysitter was amazing. "I'm home!" He called softly.