It was a surprise when Mathias had showed up a lot earlier than he had expected. Having barely noticed him at first, too caught up in his own thoughts, he only looked at him once he had asked if he had gotten a decent rest. â€œIâ€™m fine,â€ Victor said somewhat absently, looking at his watch. There was still twenty minutes left before they had to meet the associate it seems. Honestly he was about ready to get this damned meeting over with so that they could move on. At first he felt he would enjoy this trip at least somewhat but with that little added bit of danger that came up out of nowhere he wasnâ€™t really so sure anymore. He was nervous, that has already been established though the coffee had helped, and he was on edge. There was no way he could relax enough to not be such a wreck with everything going on at the moment even if he knew he needed to be calm, his fatherâ€™s words continuing to echo in his mind.<br/><br/>When it came time, he stood from his seat with a sigh and said, â€œLetâ€™s get this over with,â€ and then began to walk towards the restaurant. He really was not looking forward to this at all. It was fifteen minute walk anyway so they might as well not stall any time. Being even a minute late was just as bad as being too early and he did not want to keep the associate waiting.<br/><br/>Victor does not usually eat out but when he does, wherever he eats is nowhere near as fancy as this place was. When he and Mathias finally got to the restaurant he couldnâ€™t help but look around in awe. Desperately, he tried to hide his amazement and act professional, but it was proving harder than he thought. The lighting in the restaurant was dim to keep a calm atmosphere, the walls painted a dark color for the same reason. Various decorations and paintings were scattered about as well. Any conversation was kept quiet as well which he found somewhat unnerving since he was use to louder places. Not even his own fatherâ€™s business associates met up at places like this at least whenever he was with his father during the meetings.<br/><br/>The first person they were supposed to meet up with was an older man that much he knew, however the manâ€™s name, strangely, was George. It was odd because George was the name of one of his fatherâ€™s enemies. This meeting was going to be interesting if it turned out to be George, he really hoped that it was not. Unlike Cole George was a sneaky bastard â€“in fact come to think of it, this was the sort of place that asshole would hang around. George liked fancy things, had an awkward smile on his face while he explained his riches, but in reality he was just another scumbag trying to make himself seem like a  better person than he was. It was how he lured people in. A chill went up his spine while he thought of it, his jaw tensing a little as his eyes scanned the area.<br/><br/>â€œExcuse me, how many?â€ A woman snapped him out of his thoughts.<br/><br/>â€œActually weâ€™re supposed to be meeting someone here, a man named George.â€ Victor replied, keeping his voice down just in case it was recognized.<br/><br/>The waitress smiled at the two of them and then led them to a table in the back. The restaurant had not been all that crowded to begin with since it was the earlier hours of the evening and people had not come for dinner quite yet, but back here it almost seemed deserted. And what made things worse was the man he had been suspicious of being here was staring right at them. He felt his entire body tense when they exchanged glares. Oh, how he so badly wanted to wipe that smirk off the manâ€™s face, though fortunately he was able to keep himself from acting out. In business, youâ€™re going to deal with people that you donâ€™t like. That was just how it was, but having your enemy in front of you was another story. Victor was mature, probably a little too mature for his age in some sense, but right now he felt like one of those kids on the playground glaring at a rival.<br/><br/>â€œHave a seat, we donâ€™t have much time.â€ He seemed to completely ignore Victor, which was a good thing. It meant that there was some hope that this meeting wouldn't turn hostile. This was going to be an interesting conversation.