The associate who helped us seemed highly susceptible to Gideon’s magnetic pull. She practically fell all over herself the minute he showed the slightest interest in anything, quickly launching into detailed explanations and leaning into his personal space to demonstrate. I tried separating from them and finding someone who’d actually help me, but Gideon’s grip on my hand wouldn’t let me move more than touching distance away. Then we argued over who was going to pay, which he seemed to think should be him even though the phone and account were mine. “You got your way with picking the service provider,” I pointed out, pushing his credit card aside and shoving mine at the girl. “Because it’s practical. We’ll be on the same network, so calls to me are free.” He swapped the cards deftly. “I won’t be calling you at all, if you don’t put your damn credit card away!” That did the trick, although I could tell he was unhappy about it. He’d just have to get over it.
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