The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 266

Chapter 126: An Unseen Connection-1

Inside the suite, the room fell into silence at the soft knock. Conversation stopped mid-breath. Damien’s gaze flicked toward the door, his tone quiet but certain.

“That must be her.”

Across the room, Dahlia exhaled slowly. She straightened in her seat, posture flawless, though the faint crease in her brow lingered. Her hand reached for the delicate porcelain cup resting on the table. She lifted it with unhurried grace and brought it to her lips, eyes drifting toward the floor-to-ceiling windows as though the horizon could answer the questions still circling her mind-questions about her friend, about the past she could never quite put to

rest.

Damien crossed the room and opened the door. Standing there was Maya, hesitant and wide-eyed, nerves thrumming through her frame.

“Hi,” she managed, her voice soft but trembling at the edges.

Damien’s expression softened, a smile tugging gently at his mouth. “Hi, love.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, grounding her instantly. Then, with the quiet steadiness of command, he murmured, “Come in.”

She stepped over the threshold, the faint scent of lavender following her. The moment her eyes adjusted to the suite, she noticed Dahlia’s figure seated by the glass windows, elegant and commanding even from behind. Maya’s pulse spiked, her palms damp. Every step felt heavy as Damien’s hand settled at her lower back, guiding her forward with calm assurance. They reached the living area, and Damien stopped just short of where his mother sat. His voice, steady and deliberate, filled the quiet.

“Mother, I’d like you to meet Maya.”

He turned slightly, his gaze softening as it fell on her. “Love, this is my mother.”

Maya’s throat tightened, but she drew in a breath, willing her voice to remain steady. She bowed her head slightly in respect. “Umm… good afternoon, Madam. It’s… it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Dahlia lifted her cup again, sipping slowly before lowering it. Her eyes shifted toward Maya just as the younger woman straightened from her bow.

And then it happened.

Dahlia’s face drained of color, her eyes widening as if she had just seen a ghost step out of

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