It was something he has always been use to ever since his father first threw him into this line of business. Countless times, his clients would give him the same tone of voice and look at him with that same gaze he was being given right now and over time he had just become numb to it. There was an understanding look in Victorâ€™s eyes as he listened to the other male speak to him. It was just more details about the trip but mentally he was keeping notes, important things, all stored in his mind like has done before. More out of habit than anything, feeling himself fall back into his old way of handling these types of situations. A sudden surge of curiosity moved through him but he quickly let it pass since this was not the time or place for that kind of thing. No, that time was done; it was time to move onto business now. He knew that all too well.<br/><br/>He knew when he should take his leave from a situation especially one that was as serious as this. There was definitely something more to Mathias but he wasnâ€™t going to pry. It went against his job to pry as he was not to form a close bond, or hell even really get along well from what heâ€™s experienced in the past, but this male was interesting. However, no matter how interesting when it came down to business he knew when to take his leave, taking the slight hint, judging from the look in the otherâ€™s eyes, that his presence was no longer wanted. Victor took a stand from the lounge chair and straightened his suit. He then took a polite bow and said, â€œI understand. Iâ€™ll be back here for you when the time comes for us to leave. It will be a pleasure working with you.â€ He always added that last sentence as an old habit. It didnâ€™t matter if he was working with the biggest prick in the world he always had to keep a smile on his face.<br/><br/>Keep the clients happy, safe, and daddy is happy. Rub them the wrong way and daddy was as angry with him as the clients and other people would be. He was always one to make a good impression even if he hated the person completely. It got him some nice pay in the past and it definitely helped him out if the person liked him (or at least pretended to like him) back and gave him some benefits aside from a good word amongst his or her people. Victor knew how to bull shit. He knew when he had to bull shit and he knew when shit didnâ€™t matter in general. He had to do it with his father a lot and eventually became a bit of a natural in that sense.<br/><br/>Shutting the door gently behind him to leave Mathias to his own thoughts, seeing as he has probably done this a few times from the sound of things, he sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be a long trip, he told himself. He would probably have to call Jared back later but for now he decided it was best to head home. A groan subconsciously left him at the thought, knowing his father would be bombarding him with question after question the moment he got one foot in the door. It was overwhelming and most days he felt fucking oppressed about it all, wishing that he had a normal family that just left their son alone and didnâ€™t have to breathe down his neck every minute of the day. Hell he was surprised the bastard hadnâ€™t called him yet. That had him at slight ease.<br/><br/>Pulling out his spare phone as he walked out to his car, he called a friend and asked if he could crash there for the night and told him not to ask questions. His friend, knowing him oh too well, agreed. At least there was some kind of escape from his father when he didnâ€™t feel like dealing with him, especially after what happened earlier today.