Surprisingly he had spent quite some time on that picture much like he did the first drawing he did; it was a lake this time. He always surprises himself with his drawings, taking note that this one might be one of his best. Surrounded by tall grass with an island in the center, a mountain range in the distance though he was not perfect at it, where one could live out their days in peace, without much worry. Escaping to somewhere without worry was all he really wanted in life. No more business or listening to his father rant and rave about this and that, no more guns, no more killing. Peace. As he drew he pressed a bit too hard with the pencil at one point, his fingertips still stung slightly but he just pushed it aside and continued to escape deeper and deeper into his scenery. So what if he was not some star artist he at least had a small amount of talent and he would enjoy it even if he just kept it all to himself for the most part.<br/><br/>Once it was time to get ready for the meeting, he cleaned himself up as best he could and glanced over his laptop once again. Victor could really be obsessive about that sometimes. Blame his father for that, always getting on his case about doing a good job. And his words, â€˜donâ€™t fuck this upâ€™, still rang in the back of his mind like a broken record. Thinking about them made him shiver slightly but he kept himself together for the most part. He debated bringing his laptop with him, but instead just kept a few mental notes to help him along the way, feeling he would need it. His gun was with him as well, of course, as much as he often despised the thing. And last but not least there was his ever trusty lighter to keep him company should he feel heâ€™s having a breakdown.<br/><br/>Having a breakdown was another thing he really did not need. It has been years since his last nervous breakdown, but that did not mean he should disregard the possibility of it happening again. As much as he can, he would avoid it, because if he was not careful his father would have his head. It was probably one of the few moments that his father actually showed he cared for him. Victor admitted it was nice, but he would still avoid making him the least bit displeased. Especially during this meeting, which had his stomach in knots knowing his fatherâ€™s enemies would be close by.  Cole might not have been one of the more dangerous people but he was still not someone he should take lightly even if he was a bit fo a coward. This would be the first time he would be dealing with him without his father around to back him up. He had to pace the room a bit to get rid of some of his unwanted energy before he left the room to go get Mathias.<br/><br/>Before Victor left the room he sent a message to his father to inform him that he was on his way to the meeting very soon. There was no reply; there was hardly ever a reply.<br/><br/>He went up to Mathias door and knocked on it, â€œThe meeting is in an hour, letâ€™s get moving,â€ he called out softly. He was lout, but not loud where the whole floor could hear him, but then again hotel doors were kind of thick so he probably couldnâ€™t hear him. The door was shut tight so he had no choice but to wait for him to open it. Mathias was probably still sleeping or something, which would be extremely irritating. Then again he would not blame him for getting in as much sleep as he could. In all honesty he was just as excited about this meeting as he was but he was not going to complain about it. Oh and he wanted to do a bit of complaining alright, but more about this situation in general than the meeting. He hated meeting, yes, but he hated them more when his fatherâ€™s enemies were lurking around every fucking corner.