Was it odd that he found the silence of the rest of the ride relieving? He was able to get some sleep amongst the silence, but it wasnâ€™t like it was a deep sleep this time around; he could still feel the mild turbulence the plane hit once in a while. Mathias hadnâ€™t said anything to him after he entered the room again but he didnâ€™t think too much of it and just let out a heavy exhale to once more further set his mind in a state of wanting to sleep. Even if sleeping was all he had been doing since they got on the plane he felt he needed to rest up. Knowing his fatherâ€™s enemies were probably looking to strike him and dealing with an unknown enemy he felt he needed it. It also made the time go much faster, better that sitting staring at the clouds for the next few hours. Or, of course, he could always try to find something else to burn while he waited for the plane to land. Not wanting to resort to that, however, sleeping was the next best thing.<br/><br/>Mathias woke him up once they finally landed. Victor stretched a bit, yawned, and looked out the window to admire the brief scenery around them before gathering his things and following the man out to the limo. The ride had been silent aside from a few brief words exchanged between a moderately hung over Mathias and the chauffer. He sank back in the seat and closed his eyes as well, possibly feeling groggy from forcing himself to sleep. Once they finally reached the hotel it took him a moment to fight the feeling while the two went to their separate rooms. The rooms were separate, but they were right across from each other on the same floor so it was easy access for the other in case the other needed something from their neighbor or something.<br/><br/>Victor made no hesitation getting situated. It wouldnâ€™t be the first time heâ€™s spent the night alone in a hotel room; there have been plenty of times where he and his father butt heads so badly that he had to sleep in a motel or hotel for the night. Eventually it just became something he shrugged off. Besides, he liked the silence anyway. Slipping his shoes off, he placed them neatly against the wall near where he sat his suitcase and began to put his clothes in the drawers. There was coffee available so he prepared that before heading into the shower, it would be ready once he got out. Once in the bathroom there was a sudden knock on the door, he threw his clothes back on briefly, and answered it. Seeing it was Mathias he just gave him a nod and muttered, â€œFine. If you need me Iâ€™ll be here,â€ and left it at that.<br/><br/>He had sensed the man probably didnâ€™t want his company anyway. The business was back, brief bond they shared slowly starting to fade.<br/><br/>Alone at last, Victor showered, drank a bit of coffee to keep himself awake and ordered himself some room service. That had been a long flight and though he had eaten during it he hadnâ€™t packed himself any food and decided to order something to hold him over for a bit. There was nothing on television per usual but he kept it on anyway just to have something amusing in the background while he powered up the laptop he used for business. Taking a deep breath, he dared to call his father and tell him that they arrived and he was on the computer at the moment. He left out the bit about room service knowing the bill was already covered. The trip was paid for mostly by Mathiasâ€™s father but Victorâ€™s own father did have a say in some things like luxuries and whatnot. Victor was a little bit spoiled in some ways but he never took it for granted.<br/><br/>He finished up a few things while he spoke with his father about business, the only time they had a conversation that didnâ€™t involve arguing, and munched on what he ordered. It was just a salad that was pretty damn good for hotel food. This was a pretty nice place. Afterwards, the call was ended without the exchange of â€˜I love yousâ€™ between father and son like always, Victor looked at his phone to see if there was any messages he might have missed and saw there were none. Hopefully Mathias was alright he thought to himself, something telling him that there was something a bitâ€¦ offâ€¦ It could be his paranoia knowing he was dangerously close to the enemy but it was better to be safe than sorry. If he lost this client, he was going to lose his balls as well.