Mathias heard Victor sigh in relief, almost wanted to himself, but thankfully, he had enough of his quickly diminishing composure in order to smile and thank George for meeting with them before standing up. He slipped the folder that George had given him into his own briefcase, glancing up when he heard the man speak. When he said he would give the plan a shot, that he wouldn't be happy if it hindered his business, Mathias nodded in understanding.<br/><br/>"Understood. If anything seems to go wrong, contact me." He slipped a piece of paper towards George after writing on it, his cell phone number on the plain white sheet.<br/><br/>Then he nodded once again, this time in farewell, and headed to the bathroom, then outside. Once Victor walked up beside him, he glanced over at him, watching him for a moment, before looking out at the street for any sign of the car. Out of precaution, he had told the driver to pick a less conspicuous car, not the limo, to pick them up in.<br/><br/>Mathias smiled slightly. "Yeah, looks like one bundle of fun after another." He shrugged and patted his pockets down for his cigarettes and lighter, only to remember he had left them at the hotel room.<br/><br/>"...Yeah, we're going to head back to the hotel...I don't know about you, but since we only have two meetings tomorrow night, I'm getting incredibly wasted when we get back to the hotel. I won't leave the room though. I'll be an annoying drunk in private." He stood there for a moment before lightly nudging Victor with his shoulder, a slight 'loosen up' gesture, as well as him being bored and having nothing else to do.<br/><br/>Finally, a sleek black Jaguar pulled up and Mathias blinked, then recognized the driver and opened the door, slipping inside. He set his briefcase down on the floor of the car and shrugged off his damp coat. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, shivering briefly, glancing over at Victor when he climbed into the car, then once the door was shut, felt the car roll away from the sidewalk and inch through the rain and traffic, back to the hotel.<br/><br/>He looked over at Victor, then asked softly, "Are you alright...?" He knew, had finally figured out during the meeting that George was one of Victor's father's, and Victor's, enemies. Which sent a chill down his spine, since Mathias' father was supposed to be friends with George.<span style="font-style: italic">What am I supposed to do, in this situation?</span>His thoughts were jumbled and conflicted as he waited for Victor's response, if he even did reply to Mathias.