The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 257

The cabana fell silent. The sea breeze that had once felt warm now cut like ice.

Damien’s head snapped toward James, his jaw ticking. “Why?” His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of a storm waiting to break.

James shifted, his expression uneasy, “I only managed to reach her assistant. Madam arrived yesterday, and late last night she received a new lead-something she says can’t wait. When word reached her that you weren’t heading back today, she insisted on flying out to see you in person. And… it seems word of the conflict with the Volkovs has reached her as well. She wants to speak with you directly. She’s already in the air, on her way here.”

Maya’s pulse stuttered. Madam? Did he mean… his mother? She was coming here?

Ashcroft let out a low whistle, running a hand through his hair. “Well, that explains the sudden tension in the air.”

Damien’s eyes cut to him, sharp as blades. “Not a word, Nick.”

Ashcroft raised his palms in mock surrender, though his smirk said otherwise. Harper rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Drama never takes a day off with you people.”

Yet beneath her calm exterior, Harper was panicking. Wheels in her head spun rapidly, searching for a way out of this situation. She had already made a reckless mistake last night -alcohol mixed with her weakness had led her into bed with Nicholas Ashcroft-and the last thing she needed now was another “bomb” dropping that would make her situation even more precarious. It would only make her situation worse… more awkward, more complicated.

She forced her smile a little wider, straightened her posture, and reminded herself to stay composed, even as her heart raced.

Maya’s chest tightened. She had never met Damien’s mother, but from the way he spoke of her-stronger than his father, decisive, impossible to sway-she wasn’t just a parent, she was power embodied. The Madam’s word was law behind closed doors, and even Damien, ruthless and unyielding with everyone else, spoke of her with something rare: respect laced with love. For all her steel, she was the one person who could still reach him, soften him, and that made her all the more intimidating in Maya’s eyes.

But it wasn’t just the thought of meeting her that made Maya’s stomach knot. James’s words echoed-a new lead. Her pulse stumbled. A lead… did that mean Madam had finally found her old friend? The one with the daughter. The woman Damien’s mother had always hoped he’d end up with.

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