Maeve didn't look interested. "Give it to someone else."
"Not surprised," Mateo said. "You really don't want to?"
"I've been busy in the lab. I don't have time for that stuff."
"Fine. I'll turn it down for you," Mateo said. "Honestly, anything tied to the Grover family bores me anyway."
Maeve looked up sharply. "Tied to who?"
"The Grover family."
Maeve's gaze didn't move. "Which Grover family?"
Mateo blinked. "The Grover family—the one that's considered one of the big three in Aethelburg, along with us, the Fulton family. They've been pushing into AI lately, planning some metaverse-adjacent project."
"On the surface, it's a college design competition. In reality, it's a talent hunt."
"I heard the first-place winner doesn't just get extra academic credit—they get full investment backing from Grover Group."
"Our family doesn't need their money. As student council president, I'm basically being used as a mascot."
"I don't know what Mr. Sterling's thinking, but Mr. Yates has basically bet everything on Anya."
He studied Maeve. "Why do you care all of a sudden?"
Maeve came back to herself. "I thought about it. Extra credit is extra credit. It's a meaningful competition—I shouldn't miss it. Mateo, sign me up."
Mateo stared. "You? You actually care about a few points?"
Maeve said calmly, "I had to get perfect scores on my entrance exams. I'm not leaving points on the table now. A point is a point."
Mateo went quiet, at a loss.
After lunch, Maeve headed back to the lab.
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