The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 25: The Breach-1

The sun had nearly vanished beyond the trees, casting long, skeletal shadows across the cabin

walls.

Upstairs, Beckett stood motionless by the window, head tilted slightly as he peered through the

curtain.

Nothing.

Just trees.

Just the last breath of light bleeding from the sky.

But… something tugged at the edge of his awareness.

A sound? A shift? A whisper in the stillness?

He squinted harder, eyes scanning the fading treeline. For a moment, he thought he saw movement-something soft and unnatural against the branches.

But when he looked again, the woods were undisturbed.

Just wind. Just nerves.

Or so they wanted him to think.

His jaw relaxed as his smile twisted into something wild, triumphant.

“You’re nothing compared to me, Blackwood! I outsmarted you! My plan is solid. I won!”

Downstairs, Maya crouched behind the couch, her fingers locked so tightly around the cold fireplace poker that her knuckles burned white.

Her knees dug into the floor, her breathing shallow, controlled.

The temperature in the room had dropped with the setting sun. Shadows now pooled in the corners. The fire had long since died. But the cold that crept in wasn’t just from the air.

It was the kind that came with knowing something terrible was about to happen.

And then… Click.

The door at the top of the stairs opened.

Footsteps.

Slow. Calculated.

The Areny 1

Beckett descended like a man walking into a dream of his own making, the last slivers of sunset catching the edge of the syringe in his hand. His smile was serene.

“Oh, honey…” he purred, voice thick with something foul. “Are you ready?”

Maya’s breath caught. She didn’t move. Not yet.

Beckett moved to the center of the room, gesturing grandly with the syringe like a magician about

to reveal a final trick.

“Did you know the transfer story was actually true?” he said, laughing bitterly. “But it’s bullshit. Imagine this: out of nowhere, the director tells me l’offended someone’-” he raised two fingers in mocking air quotes-“and suddenly I’m being reassigned. Humanitarian mission. Pfft. As if I’d waste my brilliance on that crap.”

His laughter rang sharp and ugly.

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