[B][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

The doors closed infront of him as Joel leaned against the back of the elevator alone. As soon as they were firmly closed and he was moving, he let out a sigh of exhaustion and relaxed against the railing a bit. He'd seen the painful look on Marlin's face and would be lying to himself if he said he didn't feel some remorse for her. He wasn't a monster and genuinely didn't want to really wound anyone, but the hard realist in him kept reminding him that none of it would have turned out like it did had he just sat there at the bar and laughed it off with the rest of them. He was gracious to Maria for her congratulations and wasn't going to leave the party; just needed some space to calm down for a while. Thankfully, Sio had been sensitive enough to allow for his escape, though he could hear them continuing to bicker as the doors closed and he ascended. He wasn't sure what she was after and maybe she did have some ailing old junk Corvette, but whatever it was outside of that didn't involve him and that was good enough. 

The second floor balcony level was mostly sparse save for some kitchen work being staged next to the elevator. A line of covered dishes were sitting ready. The cooking staff paid him no mind as they busily hustled the hot carts into the awaiting open doors. Briefly taking in the pleasant aroma, Joel walked along the inside of the wall for a bit to stay out of sight of anyone below finding a quiet table at a small cafe area that appeared to be closed. He pulled out his phone and his eyes widened slightly when he checked his now [i]completely[/i] full inbox. There were numerous more requests for interviews, sponsorships and appearances locally and even nationally. Shaking his head in semi-disbelief, he scrolled further finding a video-game company that wanted a closer look at the car to add into a future console project. The prospect seemed interesting enough and he saved the email as he looked further.

A restlessness continued to bite at him as he sat at the small table scrolling along until he found a particular email in Japanese that he also quickly saved as he looked around over his shoulders. He still couldn't shake the feeling that someone or more were watching him and he walked over to a nearby maintenance stairway and let the door firmly close behind him before he listened carefully that no one was around and started up the steps. To no surprise there was a sternly worded warning sign hanging on a chain as he neared the top, but he was high enough that he could hear the sound of the outside traffic and calmly stepped over the blockade. Two, more flights and he was at the top. He opened the door and took a full breath of the fresh night air before he took a business card from his wallet and carefully wedged it between the plate and the striker to keep the door from locking behind him. 

[@PrinceAlexus][@Almalthia]