Victor had grown up in an almost unimaginably strict family, and the fact that he was only a freshman in college on his summer break doing work for his father was proof of that. There was never any such thing as vacation for him, it was always work, work, and more work. Hell the moment he turned sixteen his father taught him how to shoot a gun though he wasnâ€™t the age to be legal quite yet. But he didnâ€™t dare object any of it fearing his fatherâ€™s wrath. His father was someone who was one of those â€˜work first and play laterâ€™ people and Victor often felt that school or work was his only retreat. It wasnâ€™t often that he smiled, and when he did it was for business. He was also told never to back down from anything though that has gotten him into some trouble in the past. Thankfully his father had been away that week and he only had his gentler mother to deal with.<br/><br/>The house was an interesting place he noticed when he first got out of the car, perfect for a small family. His own greedy father liked big toys so their house was fairly large and made him feel uncomfortable sometimes as it could get lonely during days where he was home alone.<br/><br/>When Victor was introduced to Mathias, Jaredâ€™s son, his first impression was that this kid was definitely a rebel, and honestly he really wasnâ€™t sure what else to make of him right off the bat. If the roles had been switched, he knew his father would have taken him down to the basement and beaten him. Honestly, it relieved him to see a father who was not like that with his son. He could tell that there was something more to this male and a part of him wanted to dive deep and figure him out; it was something he always thought of when it came to his clients. Especially men but he dared not show it to anyone, not even the few friends he had. And if his father ever found out, he knew he would hit the roof. The damn prick was such a religious nut and it really pissed him off most days, but he was forced to stand there and take it. Shaking the thought away, he turned back to business.<br/><br/>Everything he needed to know was in that folder and it definitely intrigued him, sending a slight chill down his spine when he realized just how huge this mission was going to be. Victor ran a hand through his dark, brown hair and rubbed at his chin. He didnâ€™t have any facial hair even if he was almost twenty; one he was still a bit too young and his father would again kick his ass. From what he could tell this mission was going to test his limits yet something told him it was going to be a nice experience assuming nothing went wrong. Something was always bound to go wrong, with a mission like this; he knew this was far too big to be just a walk in the park. Of course he could be just overreacting somewhat since he was a bit scared. In all honesty he has never travelled so much in his life so part of him was super excited as well.<br/><br/>Closing the file, he smiled and said, â€œYour son is quite the character.â€ Despite being so young he spoke like an adult. It was yet another thing that has been burned into his mind and he just did it out of habit. All he wanted was to have a bit of fun, and it was never granted to him, ever. Perhaps this was a chance for him to escape his fatherâ€¦ maybe even once and for allâ€¦ â€œIâ€™ll accept this little mission since I know my father wonâ€™t take no for an answer and I know you donâ€™t really have much of a choice now. I think I can handle a rebel no problem, though Iâ€™ll admit this will definitely be a challenge.â€ He rubbed the back of his neck as he stood from his seat and straightened his jacket. Nineteen years old and he wears a business suit fit for a greedy politician. He fucking hated this suit.<br/><br/>To Victor it was a sign of enslavement. Everyone always made fun of him for being so straight-laced but they never saw the struggle he had to deal with to maintain this demeanor. He may not have hated it completely some days but he was certainly not very fond this line of work. He would rather do woodworking or something normal for someone his age. Not this. This was so fucking stressful most days but he always had to leave a good impression for his dear daddy so he wouldnâ€™t get the belt later that night. Perhaps this would be an escape from that, depending on how long it was going to be, and he was going to make sure he enjoyed every moment of it.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™ll go have a chat with him if thatâ€™s ok. I always like to speak with my clients before I fully take on a mission.â€ With that he went to where Mathiasâ€™s room was and knocked on the door, hoping the male would let him in. Or at least acknowledge him. If this was going to be a difficult case it was indeed going to challenge him.