His clothes were disheveled, jacket missing as he paced back and forth outside of the hotel's front doors, looking at his pocket watch.
Mr. Y almost felt bad for him. Almost. When he stepped out of the shadows the man startled.
"You really are going to be the death of me!" He exclaimed. He put his watch away, "How is she?"
"You know you can visit her, Vicomte," Mr. Y calmly stated.
"I figured you and Gustave to constantly be at her bedside. My presence would only bring friction."
"She would like to speak to you privately. You still are her husband after all," The words were bitter on Mr. Y's tongue.
Raoul laughed, "A mere formality. Recent events have proved where her heart has always been and I was cuckolded from the beginning."
Bitter rivals were silent for a moment. The Vicomte combed his hair with his fingers as he caught sight of the attaché case in Mr. Y's hand. The reason for this meeting.
"Do you want to grab a drink?" Raoul pulled at his vest. "I have always found business meetings go better…"
"The nerve of you, Vicomte!" Erik's voice boomed. He however stopped mid-thought and just smiled. That was more unsettling to Raoul. "If it wasn't for your drinking or gambling dear Sir, Christine would have never crossed my path again. However, I prefer to do business sober." He opened one of the hotel's doors and held it for Raoul, "Christine knows about our little wager now and isn't exactly thrilled. Regardless, I would rather you return to Paris with your debts paid. You'll have enough gossip to manage returning without your wife and son."
"Excuse me?" Raoul followed Erik to a table in the hotel lobby.
"As I told you, Christine wishes to speak to you. Perhaps you should go see her after this."