Andres picked a chili fry and popped it into Maeve's mouth.
"You're a sharp-tongued one, aren't you? You've got these verbal traps down to a science."
He must have had too much free time on his hands to be bickering with her over such baseless things.
Maeve was indeed just teasing him.
Though it was childish, she found herself never tiring of these little games lately.
While they ate, she plugged her phone into a charger in his office.
Andres had voiced his deep dissatisfaction with her device's constant lack of battery.
"You really should get a new phone, Maeve. That model is ancient."
She brushed off the concern.
"I'm not picky. As long as it makes calls, it's fine."
"It's not about being picky," he replied. "It's always dead. When it really matters, no one can reach you."
She thought about it and realized he had a point.
"I've just been too busy. I'll swap it out when I have a spare moment."
She didn't lack the money; she lacked the time.
Andres didn't say anything else, but when she wasn't looking, he sent a text to Hans.
Twenty minutes later, Hans knocked and entered, carrying several shopping bags.
"Miss Vance, these are all the latest models on the market. Take your pick."
She looked at Andres in confusion.
He smiled.
"There's no need to waste your precious time shopping for a phone."
"Since I didn't know which brand you preferred, I had Hans buy all the newly released flagships."
She was utterly speechless.
"I must be a good luck charm today. Everywhere I go, people are throwing gifts at me."
He caught the implication immediately.
"Barton Grover gave you a gift?"
She casually pulled a sleek new phone from one of the bags.
"He offered me a designer handbag, but I turned it down."
"I'd bet that bag cost a fortune. If Barton is handing out luxury gifts on the first meeting, it means he's seriously interested in my two smart tech projects."

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