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While not quite the architectural marvel and landmark as the Feather of Ma'at, the White Building was still a fairly well put together piece of modern engineering, that had seen several renovations over the years to ensure that it was always up to code. The heart of the corporate branch of the White family that made their home in Mayet, it's current owner was Richard White, the father of Delilah White, and "Uncle" of Mathias White.

The later of whom now waltzed into the lobby with the takeout bags from O'briens, the brown paper bags featuring the bold orange letters of the bistro, only rivaled the bold scent of the delicious food within. Food that Mathias had not yet partaken of, and regretted not at least giving his own a nibble before making his way over to the building.

Reaching into his wallet he pulled out the white RFID card he'd gotten from Delilah a few months back, she'd called it a family card, and he'd realized after playing around with it a bit that it limited his access to the building to the lobby, the main conference room on the second floor where a lot of "family meetings" were held during certain times of the year (Mostly Christmas and other holidays), and the C-Suite at the top of the building. All the fun and exciting stuff, like R&D and anything that could actually get him in trouble - wouldn't let him in.

Sensible, but no fun.

He waved at the guards as he passed by the front desk, and through the turnstiles, swiping his card to make them beep and allow him through.

"Special Delivery for the Princess," He chuckled. "She peeled out so fast I was worried I was also going to have to bring her a shoe."

"I suspect something's on fire upstairs," The guard on duty joined in the chuckle. "She was doing 95 when she came through the turnstile, thought she wasn't going to get her badge out in time."

"Yeah, I don't doubt it," Mathias shook his head. "Say hi to the kids for me."

"Will do Mr. White, they're still talking about that picture you did for their birthday, don't suppose I might could get another this year?" The guard smirked in reply.

"I'll put it on my to-do list," Mathias grinned. "Always happy to do a piece for fans."

With that the guard waved him off and it was off to the elevators, hitting the button for the topmost floor - the C-Suite - land of the executive. He watched the numbers climb, and climb, and climb, until the elevator dinged and let him out on a rather lovely view of the city from almost 30 floors up.

He waved at the assistant secretary - what with Emily being with Richard today, and headed straight for the one place he knew Delilah would be.

He knocked once on the door to Richard's office before he let himself in, holding up the bags to show his likely frazzled cousin.

"So, humpty dumpty back together again, or do I need to send out for horses?"

"My knowledge on technology starts at being able to use my smartphone semi-effectively, and stops when you start using words like database," Mathias offered wryly before bringing the bags over to the desk and setting them down. "Eat, take a five minute break and shove food in your face-hole. That's an order."

He could tell she was shot. Frazzled wasn't even the right word. Whatever their idiot cousins had done had her ready to commit murder, and as much as Mathias would enjoy a front row seat to a pair of defenestration's - he knew she wouldn't do anything on the account of said civil war.

Richard on the other hand...

Well that was the difference between heir apparent and patriarch wasn't it? But Richard was at his meeting with Emily - and he knew Delilah was going to want to put this fire out before her father got back - just to prove she could.

"But my guess is they tried to bypass your security using said guest code," He said, grabbing a chair to sit across from her and start to extract the food from the bags. "Which I'm sure is what set off all the bells and whistles and probably has your IT department scrambling around like it's World War Three."

"Okay, so they were being extra stupid and wanting to cover their tracks," Mathias offered, placing food in front of her even as his eyes shot to the chatlog that he was sure was some poor guy wondering if he was going to have a job come the end of day. Wasn't their fault, and if it only took five minutes for the odd login to be flagged - well it was better response time than most places.

"Which brood are they?" He asked. "It's possible someone decided to be extra nosey, and asked their offspring to go nosing around where they couldn't ask openly. Which is stupid."

But not uncommon - or unusual. That was the downside of the business branch. A whole hecking lot of (would-be) leaders and not a lot of followers.

Chefs, kitchen, you get the metaphor.

"As to that last bit well," He shrugged, picking up a fry from his to-go box and munching it slowly. "You'd be surprised how easy it is to drop the ball when you don't realize it's covered in butter. We both know they were destined to fail from go with this little game - it's a question of was that the goal or not."

Mathias winced. That particular familial schism had been fairly ugly as he recalled, and to this day there was still some level of bad blood between Phyllis' maiden family and the Whites - but most everyone were polite enough not to bring it up or discuss it around William - or the boys.

"So more of the former than the later," Mathias said with a sigh. "Curious about what they can do to be... helpful, so they go digging for clues."

The boys had always been... nosey. Mathias wasn't fond of them anymore than Delilah was - but that had a lot to do with the fact hat he wasn't really respected or looked up to by most of the family - and that extended to the offspring.

"Lovely..." He huffed out. "Well, hopefully the damage is... minor."

"Everything has its season," Mathias nodded. He knew all too well that an early reveal or release of anything the company was working on could either tip their hands to competitors, or worse, clients, that something might be changing or coming down the pipeline so instead of a smart, easy rollout you'd have people chafing at the bit to either beat you to market or be the first one to get the new toys.

Nothing new under the sun, as the saying went.

But people also didn't need to know just how much the White family did charity either. Richard was one of the better ones one the business side, and the company funded a lot of different societies and other charitable organizations. Again - if word got out about specifics though, it wouldn't take long for someone with enough time and money to start digging through things and find out just exactly what the Whites were up to with their money. Well - Richard anyway.

No good.

"I take it they've already had a talking to, and at the very least booted back to where they should be or sent home?" Mathias offered. "Or do you need the scary cousin to shake them down a bit?"

"I'll make it a point to swing by the mailroom and pay them a visit on my way out," Mathias said. "After all, I haven't seen them since what... Last Easter? A friendly chat is well overdue."

Of course they ran off as soon as she showed up like a rolling thunderhead. He wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't paled completely at the sight of her before dashing off at a full tilt to try and get the hell out of there like they were exiting stage right pursued by bear.

Mathias had his own opinions on William, his ex-wife, and the two spoiled princes that he was going to give a proper tongue lashing to, but he knew better than to air them directly to Delilah unless he was really feeling like explaining for the third time that for once he actually valued his father's fashion of discipline and the boys could have used more of it - contrary to his usual opinion on the subject.

"I'm just the big-bad-wolf that heard they inconvenienced my favorite cousin," He chuckled before taking a large bite out of his sandwich and swallowing it down. "I'll just huff-and-puff a bit."

"I will attempt to not cause TOO much of a ruckus, plausible deniability and all that considered," He amended, knowing full well that she would disavow anything he did if he got in trouble - in so far as that it was obviously not her idea. And it wasn't. Was he doing it FOR her sake? Sure, but he idea was all his and hand been from the start.

He was the miscreant, she was the princess. Their relationship functioned as well as it did because they both leaned into their roles a bit too well sometimes.

But it tended to work out in the end.

"It's really not a hassle," He said waving it away. "I was planning to do some scouting, sure, but nothing of Uncle Ned's for a bit - Going to see if I can do some actual urban renewal."

He always tried to track down the owner of a property when he did these sorts of things - and it was one of the rare occasions where a no was actually accepted and upheld.

"I'll text you my short list," Mathias nodded, his own eyes flicking toward the art. "Maybe some steady work will do me some good."

If nothing else, it might actually give him some inspiration. He'd had a derth of that lately - barring the incident that had nearly gotten him hit with a coin between the eyes - or in the eye. But aside from the one drawing he'd been disinclined to do more art of his new pseudo-muse.

Didn't feel right to do it without her permission - or at least knowing her better. There were things he could guess about her of course - but that did not a good piece of art make.

Besides one could only live on handouts for so long without feeling... stifled. At least he couldn't. He wanted to create and sell his works - not necessarily become famous for it - but just do well enough to get by. Either in this - or in his fighting.

Polishing off his sandwich he closed his box and leaned back. "Will be worth it if it makes Ned do a doubletake."