Relieved that Mathias had not actually decided to cut himself, Victor let out a slow expel of breath and relaxed a bit further once he apologized and went back out into the main area of the room. It was more relieving that his response to him punching him was better than he expected. Looking in the mirror he noticed that he looked stressed as hell and definitely made a note to keep his own composure so he wasnâ€™t an easy target. Being all stressed out and tense was not going to look good when they were out in public, not to mention a bodyguard must always remain calm and neutral. He was pretty much breaking that rule right now. His father would probably be giving him some stupid lecture if he was standing here for sure. Before he went back into the main area of the room again he took a few more breaths until he was once again in a calmer state of mind.<br/><br/>Moving over to the desk, he picked up his laptop and was about to head back into his room when Mathias spoke to him again. Somehow the mention of the meeting being later in the evening didnâ€™t made him any less tense, knowing that it was only a few hours away. No matter how well he seemed to keep his composure Victor really did not like meetings all that much. There was never any way of telling how smooth they would go, even when he was with his father during his little meetings, and just about anything could happen. His mind continued to linger on negative outcomes no matter how much he tried to shove them out of his thoughts. There was no doubt that he would probably have to deal with that Cole guy again, which would be the absolute last thing he wanted right now.<br/><br/>If they encountered him again he would more than likely have to spill some blood. Hopefully it could be avoided, however. Victor might be an excellent marksman but he really didnâ€™t like killing people, even if it was part of his job, no matter how much of a low-life scumbag or how dangerous the person was.  He erased the thought for the time being and sighed. Giving a nod, â€œAlight, Iâ€™m heading back over to own room then. If you need me just call or something,â€ he murmured and then finally took his leave.<br/><br/>The first thing he did when he got back to his room was put all the clothes he placed in the drawers back in his suitcase, separating what was dirty from the clean stuff, and sit his laptop back on the desk. He always liked to pack his things early whenever he was on a trip, that way he made sure he had everything and nothing got left behind. With all the travelling he has done in the past he has almost lost count of how much forgotten stuff he has lost during trips so he was always careful. He made himself another pot of coffee since he didnâ€™t feel like getting a soda from the vending machine just down the hall and sat down on the bed. Calling his father again crossed his mind but he decided he didnâ€™t want to deal with him again, not now at least, and just lay on the bed. A lot of things still raced through his mind, making him restless, but he was relaxed nonetheless.<br/><br/>Victor took in a deep breath and then closed his eyes. In the end sleep would help him prepare for this meeting so he wasnâ€™t so tense. No mistakes, he told himself just before he drifted off.