Matias gulped softly. He really didn't need to hear that.

And they were off. The more Matias walked around, the more frivolousness he saw, and the more disgusted he became. He thought to himself, what ever happened to just having an office and being done with it? Was all this gold really necessary? How many people did they exploit to get all this? Millions, himself included. Disgusting.

This golden desert seemed to have no end. It probably took them a good five minutes to even reach the other end of the flight. What was the point? What the hell was the point? 

Dante's voice interrupted Matias's thoughts.

"You're good," he said, squinting just to be sure.

Finally, a normal-looking room. A couple of chairs was just what he needed right now. He happily helped himself to one, crossing his legs as he made himself comfortable.