Maeve had no reason to refuse. "Then I'll take you up on that, Hans, let's go together."
Hans looked almost flattered. "With the... relationship you have with Mr. Andres, I don't really deserve you being that polite to me."
Maeve clearly couldn't care less. "Well, Andres and I aren't even a real married couple."
On the way to Azure Bay, Hans tried to make conversation. "If you can drive, why didn't I ever see you behind the wheel before?"
Maeve didn't bother hiding it. "The car was acting up a while back. Just got it fixed."
Hans hadn't sat in a car this beat-up in years, and the feeling that rose in his chest was... complicated.
After a moment, he blurted, "All these years... the Morales family never gave you any financial compensation?"
The second the words left his mouth, he regretted them. That was personal. He shouldn't be digging for gossip.
To his surprise, Maeve wasn't sensitive about it at all. "My mom walked away with nothing when she divorced. The Morales family offered money—she didn't take a cent. The only thing she kept was me."
A trace of disdain crossed Hans's face. "Classy family," he muttered, and it didn't sound like a compliment.
He'd been there the day Maeve tore through the hotel like a storm. He'd watched Luka, Mrs. Morales, and Anya from start to finish—seen exactly how they looked at Maeve, how they spoke to her. He wasn't blind to why they'd "remembered" they had a daughter now.
Maeve didn't bring it up, and Hans didn't push.
There was one thing, though, he couldn't help wondering about.
"That security system Anya designed—when it suddenly crashed... what do you think happened, Miss Vance?"
Hans respected Anya's ability. Otherwise Mr. Andres wouldn't have installed her award-winning system at his hotel. Anya had later claimed it was just a bug, but Hans didn't buy that it was so simple.
"As an outsider," Maeve said evenly, "I don't have an opinion."
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