After a night at the bar, Rhett went to look for her with open wounds and blood on his shirt, although she didn't ask who belonged to.

As a stubborn child, he sat there and muttered few details about the fight involving Perry and the Tillerson, she could only roll her eyes and curse the ego of men, always bigger than their penises and their heads.

When she cleaned the last wound, Rhett felt the adrenaline going away but the thrill rush, stirring uncomfortable. "I'd like a hug and say that Perry is an irresponsible bitch fighting as if he didn't have a daughter at home, I just wanted to point it out, I don't want to talk about it."