"Wait," he said focefully, raising a finger at her asking her to be quiet. All her threats about the media, the police an even the church did not seem to get through to him, remaining calm if somewhat out of breath from that small activity. He was making a call on his own phone, keeping her at arms length and splaying his chubby fingers before her, making sure she could not retrieve the phone. It was obvious, while he may have been unfit, even at the risk of cardiac failure, he was heavy and strong enough that she would not be able to put a dent in him, she simply was not strong enough.<br/><br/>Pressing the phone close to his ear he began speaking in a unknown language, probably African by the sounds of it, but that was as close as she was able to get. Whoever he was talking to, he seemed to be showing them great respect, never raising his voice. After about a minute or two of talking he was done, turning to her and at last acknowledging her presence again. "Come with me, boss wants to talk to you."