"What are you doing here?" She questioned and was surprised by the harsh tone of her voice.
But Michael, on the other hand, wasn't fazed at all. He didn't seem offended, nor did he care about her tone.
He pushed the glasses away from her and in a gentle motion, pulled her off the stool she was seating on.
"You've had enough, Vanessa, look at yourself."
He spoke as he pulled her away from the counter, but not towards the exit. Instead, they walked towards the VIP room, where his men were guarding the door.
Upon spotting him, one of them, the burly, muscly one, bowed and quickly opened the door, granting them access.
The room was mildly dark, and there was a pleasant fragrance of alcohol and flowers.
Vanessa only had a few seconds to admire the interior before she was forced to seat down and a glass of water shoved on her face.
"Drink," Michael commanded.
