''My stepdad is rich. Mom wanted me to help him out in his business. For some time, I tried...''
That made sense. ''But you didn't,'' Claire said to which he nodded, ''What about that cafe?" The cafe where he helped her track that reporter, was well equipped. The latest computers, and all those experts who obeyed his commands. It did not feel like a cafe at all.
''Cafe is a cover. It used to be Cardale Empire's control room,'' Maven said.
Claire was amazed, ''Wow,'' she glanced at him, ''So, you are good with your fingers,'' she remarked, nodding. Hacking and all needed the skills of his fingers after all.
''Wanna test the theory?" Maven's fingers inched down towards her inner thighs.
Claire gasped, turning around like an alerted cat as she slept with her back facing towards him, ''No more really...''
His deep chuckle reverberated in her ear as he hugged her from the back.
She realized that he was teasing her.