The man was shocked and confused. "But this is my house!" He demanded. "I fucking live here and that's my wife! I'm Robert Hammond!"
Robert went over to Richard and Mark who standing in the corner of the room.
"Guys it's me. Don't recognise me?" They both shook their heads. "We played fucking golf together last week!" He shouted.
Zoe cleared her throat. "Erm excuse me young lady. I think that you should watch your language. You're not making this situation any better for you."
Zoe looked at Richard and Mark. "I have this under control. You can go," she said, calmly.
"What?"
"The young lady and I are going to go into my study, and have a little talk," Zoe said, calmly. "And we're going to settle this calmly. Like adults." The more Robert screamed, the calmer Zoe felt. She stared Robert down.
"Fine," Robert said, heading for the study. Zoe followed and closed the door behind them.
"Something bothering you?" Zoe said, taking a seat behind the desk. "If you can explain it to me, without using the word fuck every sentence, maybe I can help?"
"I didn't come to the door. I was f...here..." Robert insisted. "Then suddenly, it was like she didn't recognize me...and I...don't know why."
