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"I mean that's certainly a plus, and if it improves someone's property and word gets around and they get more traffic because of it, and Ned sees a dip in sales at some of his locations..." He shrugged. "I mean, he won't come crawling for me to compete but knowing I got his blood pressure up again will be a win."

Oh, he could do some things with glass if he'd had the time and the pre-planning, the problem would be it would... somewhat ruin the effect of being able to see out of the window and half of the perk of working in the White Building was the view of downtown.

But enough time, enough paint, and the right windows left on - and he could make something DAZZLING.

But it would be a complete and utter nightmare to clean up. So probably the best to leave it as a dream not quite seen through.

Her last statement made him c**k his head. MMA fighting underwear model? He had to think for a few more beats before he realized just who she was talking about and he let out a low scoffing noise.

"You mean the Nemean Lion," He said with a snort. "He's a boxer who sells boxers. It's cute but I'm not entirely convinced he's not paying for his wins - nobody goes that long undefeated and not taking anything more than a light sweat. Can't prove it obviously - but I'm sure if he and I got in a ring I'd show him a thing or two. But he's not MMA, he's more old-school, so it will never be unless he gets cheeky and decides to try his hand at a more... robust sport."

Not that Mathias thought that boxing was in any way inferior - just different - and less versatile. Definitely more a sport than the raw fighting that was MMA.

"Which one of the hens brought you that chicken nugget?" He smirked.

He was sure the name should ring a bell but to be fair - most of her sorority sisters were named some sort of Melody, Mercedes, or Angelica that it was hard to really keep track of who was who unless he had a face to the name - and even then his ability to retain names and faces was 80/20 at best. The downside to rich sorority girls - they had a terrible tendency of looking a lot alike.

"I mean, I'd rather not go up against him either to be honest, so it's not really on my to-do list," He smirked. "That said I'm not at all surprised."

He actually wasn't entirely sure what his cousin's type WAS. It wasn't that she didn't show interest in the opposite sex - she just never made a big to do of it. Honestly if she started seeing someone (that wasn't carefully cultivated by the family) he'd feel a lot better about things. But, that wasn't his call - and he wasn't about to nose into her life like that.

Yet.

"It's easy to forget," He agreed. "But also good to keep an eye on other stuff just in case it has something novel to bring to the ring."

"Still finding something that really sticks," He said. "My punches and grapples are good, but need to work on my leg game."

Kicking and knee jabs were just - not something he wholly focused on - but he should work on them more and he knew it.

"That's valid," He said. "And even then - probably not an issue." He had no desire to go up against a guy with a winning streak as good as his. Not yet anyway.

"Oh, her," He said nodding his head. "How is she by the way? Still trying to convince people that latin really isn't dead?"

Mathias had seen people turn on a dime for most of his life. Growing up on military base after military base, it was easy to see people go from just chatting about the kids or the weather to being on a suddenly alert and aware footing. Delilah's response triggered muscle memory, and he was on his feet even before she started to curse.

He could feel his anger starting to well up - even more so when Delilah yanked the cord hard on the computer and powered it off the "hard" way. That was bad. Even with his limited technical knowledge he knew that was Defcon 1 level bad.

"Do you need me for anything?" He asked, doing his best to keep his voice calm and steady. "If not, I think I need to go pay our cousins a.. very direct visit."

"Noted," Mathias said, and was moving even as she started to grab her things. He'd worry about anything he'd forgotten later. As it was, the two in the mailroom were about to get the butt chewing of a lifetime.

He did hold the door open for her though as he exited, knowing full well that she was going to be a gale force storm once they were out of the office. Then he played wedge to the elevator - not that it mattered.

The IT department was probably already pulling plugs on servers and locking everything down - if they were smart - and as it was there was very little he could do as far as tech.

So he slid into the elevator, holding the door open for her even as he keyed the button that would take him down to the mailroom.

"You know, we could just dump them off the coast - be cheaper." He said to his fuming cousin.

"I might know a guy with a good woodchipper," He said. "Does landscaping on the sly when he's not punching other guy's teeth out."

He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, letting her blow off steam as they descended probably far too slow for her liking.

"Try not to scare your geeks too much," He teased lightly. "You might end up with fifteen date requests in your email."

Or a work stalker - but he'd take care of that if it came to it.

As the elevator dinged for her floor, he nodded. "Good luck."

"I promise nothing!" Mathias called back as she thanked him, bowing his head in a nod in reply. Oh, he'd not break anything the company owned. Their cousins on the other hand were an entirely different matter entirely.

If they were smart - they would have found themselves suddenly having an engagement elsewhere, their apologies they totally forgot about their appointment with their will to live. But, Mathias was fairly certain they were still in the building - probably laughing to themselves at their little... sly trickery.

Trickery that was probably going to cost White Industries a hefty price tag to fix. Easily five if not six figures depending on just how wide-spread the infection had gotten - and that was just in equipment costs, not even factoring in the overtime pay for IT.

Mathias allowed himself to stew in his anger as the doors closed and the elevator resumed its trip down to the lobby level where the main mailroom was located. He was the black sheep for a multitude of reasons - one of them was his penchant for being physical when it felt it was warranted with family.

The boys were about to learn just why you did not raise Mathias' White's Ire. Oh they would live... to regret everything they'd done today.