The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 15 Too Innocent for Damage 2

Chapter 15: Too Innocent for Damage-2

Inside the lift, Damien’s jaw was tight, his thoughts far too loud.

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“By the way, boss,” James said casually, as the elevator climbed. “About the mentorship you told

the kid…”

Damien didn’t look up. “What about it?”

James raised a brow. “We don’t have that program.”

Damien didn’t miss a beat. “Then make it happen.”

James smirked and tapped a note into his tablet. “Thought you’d say that.”

The elevator opened on the top floor with a soft chime. The hallway was dim, most of the lights in energy-saving mode. A few weekend staff worked quietly in the far corners, too focused – or too scared to acknowledge Damien’s presence.

He entered his office without slowing down. The door closed behind him with a soft thud.

Silence.

He pulled off his blazer, tossed it over the back of a chair, and moved to his desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows casting pale light across the space. His city stretched beyond the glass- clean, controlled, clinical.

But inside him?

A storm.

He sat heavily in the chair and stared out for a long moment.

He should be thinking about Al models. About board strategies. About the damn expansion

launch.

Instead, all he could think about was the sound of her voice. The way she looked at her brother. The way her knee had brushed his.

And the man outside that hospital.

That part still simmered in his blood.

Before 5:00 PM, James knocked once before stepping inside. He carried himself with his usual calm, but there was a flicker of something else behind his eyes.

“The files you requested are at the top of your inbox,” he said.

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Damien didn’t respond right away. He simply leaned forward, opened his laptop, and clicked into

the documents.

“Let’s see who the fuck you are,” he muttered under his breath, eyes scanning through the hospital

staff records.

James didn’t move.

Damien noticed.

His jaw tensed. “Something else?”

James hesitated. Then: “If I may, sir…”

Damien looked up slowly. “Speak.”

James cleared his throat, careful but firm. “Please don’t take this the wrong way. And forgive me if

I’m overstepping, but…” He paused. “Ms. Thompson. Do you… like her?”

Damien’s eyes narrowed, voice low and clipped. “What exactly do you mean?”

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