A lost cause.

He waited for the two women to leave but they remained where they were, showing no indication to leave which agitated him a little. Alton's fingers drummed on the little space on his desk impatiently.

"Is there something else? If you are not going to leave now, then I genuinely hope that you will give my request some serious thought. Help me by returning my wife to me and I will be considered a satisfied customer." His voice was low but very authoritative.

Maureen's anger climbed up a notch, she could not believe that the man making this request of Phoebe was the same man that was described as nice. Nice people did not ask such heaven defying requests which led to deathly consequences.