Soon after the meeting had started the waitress came over and asked what Mathias and Victor wanted, taking drink orders and any appetizer orders before leaving them alone to decide what they wanted for diner. Victor ordered some simply mozzarella sticks and a Coke to satisfy himself for the time being, he wasnâ€™t really all that hungry, it was really all he needed. Just to keep calm while this was going on since he still taken aback by the fact that one of Mathiasâ€™s fatherâ€™s associates was one of his own fatherâ€™s enemies. His father was going to love to hear about this.<br/><br/>George listened to Mathias in silence while he looked over what had been placed in front of him with a gaze that seemed to just go right through the papers. It was anyoneâ€™s guess, but it wouldnâ€™t exactly be a lie either that he wasnâ€™t excited about this meeting. As his eyes scanned over them his expression seemed blank, bored, while he was looking for anything that displeased him. He was the type of person who was difficult to please. A smirk touched his lips, which he tried to hide by taking a bite of his food, once he found a small thing he saw a problem with. The man was just as persnickety about his food was he was with how he handle business. Pushing the chart towards the middle of the table and placing his index finger on what he thought would be a weakness in the project in his eyes, â€œIf youâ€™re so confident about merging these plans then do elaborate a bit more in these areas. Iâ€™m not too convinced.â€<br/><br/>He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms with a challenging look in his eyes. He was skeptical and criticized everything no matter how good the plan seemed. If there was something off he would sink his teeth into it and tear it apart bit by bit, it could be quite daunting to those who were inexperienced. One of the reasons Victor couldnâ€™t stand the guy. This would be his third time dealing with the asshole and he hoped that it would be his last. Many of his fatherâ€™s enemies were a pain in the ass, but George was one of those few pains in the ass you would rather avoid or better yet never have to deal with for the rest of your life. Nevertheless he wore a neutral expression and had a calm mood in spite of the tension. There was not a peep out of his mouth while the two discussed business as well.<br/><br/>He only hoped that this meeting would be over with as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>Carefully, out the corner of his eye, he kept an eye on the area for anything that might seem out of place. It was quiet back here but that was what made him uneasy. Or was it something else that was causing his uneasiness? Something about this meeting was putting him on edge and he was sure that it wasnâ€™t because it was George was his fatherâ€™s enemy. He knew better than to be a nervous wreck around his fatherâ€™s enemies, however. Perhaps what was bothering him was the thought of Mathias being his enemy. Surely that was not the case otherwise he would not have been given the assignment as the young manâ€™s bodyguard. Right?<br/><br/>â€œWe have lost money last month and are a few thousand in the hole because ofâ€¦ incompetence among other things, so you can see why Iâ€™m so skeptical about this.â€ George continued with that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. It was right around then that the waitress brought out whatever Victor and Mathias had ordered. â€œIâ€™m paying for the meal, by the way,â€ he told them after the waitress left them alone again, the smirk changing to a faint, half-hearted smile. He might have been a scumbag but he was selfless when he needed to be, mostly when dealing with business associates. The expensive suit he was wearing as well as the watch on his wrist, aside from the look in his eyes, was proof enough that selflessness alone had not gotten him where he was today. Sometimes being nice was beneficial; why be nothing but an asshole all the time?