I just want you happy, baby girl.

'Please can you seat?' She couldn't barely put he thoughts together, not while he stood there watching her with plain suspicion.

She was yet to recover from Matteo's drama earlier on. Oh, how she wanted to forget.

'I want to stand, Wendy. Can you get to the talking?' He threw more alcohol down his throat.

'Fine.' She shivered. Her fingers were digging into her palm. 'Matteo came.. came to like apo- apologize to me. We had a spat. He kinda- He kinda came around to make amends.' She stammered.

'I actually do not understand.' His voice boomed. 'The last time we had a talk about Matteo, I remember I asked that you stop talking to him. And we agreed on that. Or didn't we?'

'Yes, but-' She started.

'Yes but what?' His voice went up a decibel. 'I fucking instructed you to cut ties and of course you have no regard for my instructions.'

'It's not like that. I did cut ties with him, Louis.

'Well explain because my definition of cutting ties doesn't include getting all cozy on a fucking power