The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 28

Chapter 20: Missing-1

The morning sun bled gold over the skyline, but inside the car, the air felt strangely thick.

She didn’t know where he was taking her.

But it wasn’t to coffee.

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Maya’s throat tightened. Her fingers itched to reach for her phone, but it was buried deep in her

bag and her limbs felt too slow, too heavy. Her heartbeat thudded louder with every second, but her body… her body was slipping. Numb. Disconnected.

Outside the window, the buildings smeared into colorless shapes. Her stomach twisted.

Two hours of sleep. That had to be it. Or the stress. The fourteen-hour shift. The relentless

pressure.

Her hands rested in her lap like stone.

Beckett’s voice floated from the driver’s seat – casual, low – but the words scattered before they

reached her.

She turned her head toward him slowly.

He was sipping from a large water bottle, nearly empty now. She hadn’t noticed it before- the way he drank from it repeatedly. The way he kept glancing at her like he was… waiting.

Something coiled in her gut.

“Maya?” he asked gently. “You alright?”

She tried to nod. She thought she did. But her head barely moved. Her mouth was dry. Her pulse – slow, almost sluggish.

The soft hum of the engine, the low vibration beneath the tires – it all blurred together, lulling her like a rocking cradle.

Then nausea surged up her throat. Not from nerves. Not from hunger.

Something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

Her head lolled slightly to the side.

“Sleepy?” Beckett asked, not even glancing at her. His tone was too light. Too calm.

She forced a breath. “Y-yeah. Didn’t… sleep…”

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He took another long pull from the water bottle. It was nearly empty now. Whatever was in it… he had consumed most of it himself.

Or so it seemed.

“Just rest,” he murmured. “You’ll feel better soon.”

Her pulse skipped.

She hadn’t drunk anything. So why did her body feel like it was fading?

The air in the car was wrong. Sweet. Chemical. Too warm. Too still.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

But her vision blurred.

Her limbs wouldn’t move.

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