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And he was not. Edmond only needed to travel down the hallway and make a left. It wouldn't be hard to find the exit down the last hallway. He'd end up in the alley as he had come through before.

Emily, on the other hand, had a much more tedious route to take to exit the building. She had by sheer luck just been packing up her equipment and was about to sneak back out the door when Natalia and Vandal Savage finally decided to leave the room. Emily had just enough time to check her spy bugs outside, and find the two heading towards the office. While her suit currently wasn't built for the stealth her previous suit was... this one still had the invisibility feature. All she had to do was try and wrap her body around what equipment wasn't covered in her invisibility skin, and move as slowly and as quietly as possible.

She had planned on ducking out the moment the two opened the door and walked inside. But... with all the foreplay that was STILL going on between the two... they didn't leave much room to fit around them as they moved through the door. Leaving Emily stuck inside unless she wanted to alert them by having the door open by itself.

She had waited a while... passed off a quick text to Edmond, and was waiting again. Finally the door opened... and again it was opened only enough to allow those entering the room to pass through. Leaving her stuck inside the room yet again.

Maxwell pulled up to the building parked the truck directly infront of the front door. He Looked at The two men at the door and stated, "I'm here for my appointment With Mr. Cobblepot. I have a proposition for him. Please let him know that I'm here and will require his presence as soon as he is able to spare it."

[enter Vandal Savage and Natalia Ravengraves from inactivity limbo]

Vandal Savage and Natalia stood in front of Cobblepot's office door, preparing to enter. They both looked much neater than they had a mere hour before, after their... fun. Savage straightened his shirt out surreptitiously, knowing that his next request of the Penguin would not come as welcome as his last.

"Ready, Miss Ravengraves?" Vandal asked Natalia?

"Agreed," the immortal said, echoing her quiet tone. He softly cleared his throat, and said to Natalia, "I supposed it would be deemed more appropriate if you opened the door." His comment might be construed as needless chatter, but he was simply considering every possible way this could be made smoother. He was already going to perturb the Penguin enough as it was.

A slight movement caught the immortal's eye as he entered, but he made no mention of it; it was probably nothing. Upon hearing the news about Miss Dew, Vandal nodded, as though the news was not quite a surprise to him, but gave no hint that he knew HOW she had gotten the injuries. "Yes, I saw that when she delivered them. She wanted to continue working, but I insisted she should get medical attention as soon as possible. I assume she only assented because I am technically your guest." There, now Emily absence could be blamed on himself, without bring too much attention; he still wanted her in the Penguin's good graces.

A smile came across his face as he moved to change the subject, "And as your guest, I must say that you make a particularly splendid host, Mr. Cobblepot, as well as a good businessman."

"More than I had reason to expect it to be, Mr. Cobblepot," Vandal said to the Penguin, bowing slightly as he patted the left side of his jacket, the folder of papers that he'd tucked under it making it a little blockier in appearance than it normally would be. He hoped that the flattery might make him a little less aggressive in the coming moments. "I gathered from our previous transactions that you are a man that appreciates the value of a dollar, and that you are willing to invest said money in your girls to make them... better suited to your cause. Am I correct?"

"You also showed me that, given the right exchange, you could be persuaded to allow them to, how should I say, amicably depart to pursue other ventures, as any intelligent businessman would," Savage continued, noting that his plan was working so far, but that they were far from free and clear. "I'm sure you would agree with this sentiment, yes?"

In his mind, Savage cursed a little. He saw the smile fade slightly, and knew that the Penguin had started to catch on. He also was pretty sure that Cobblepot knew that Savage would have realized this; malformed troll of a human or not, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot was still a capable, canny businessman. If that were not the case, he would not have survived in Gotham City in his chosen professions. Still, Vandal knew that he had no choice but to continue.

"I have come to the conclusion," the immortal started, "That it might be mutually beneficial to all parties involved for another such situation to occur."