The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 402

Chapter 179: Controlled Risk-2

Maya frowned. “What… what do you mean?”

Harper’s eyes lit with amusement. “Oh. You didn’t know?” She glanced at Jaime. “You sneaky

little rascal.”

Jaime froze.

“He wrote his own code,” Harper continued easily. “Built his own firewall. Layered custom encryption from scratch. And honestly?” She shrugged. “With a little fine-tuning, it’s solid. Scary solid.”

She grinned at the camera. “Virtual high-five, buddy. That’s brilliant. Patent it when you’re done-you could make millions if you ever decide to sell. I’d buy it.”

Jaime blinked. “Uh-thanks?”

Dominic let out a hearty laugh, pride radiating from him. “Ha! I knew it! Genius!” He clapped once. “Better than your father already.”

Maya stared at Jaime. “Wait-what? He did what?”

Harper chuckled. “You do know your brother’s a tech nerd, right?” she added lightly. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Jaime replied dryly.

“Good,” Harper said. Then, softer, to Maya: “Relax. He’s fine.”

Maya studied Jaime for a moment, pride easing the tension in her shoulders. Finally, she nodded once. “Okay.”

Harper’s gaze swept the room through the camera-finally landing on Damien.

The change was immediate.

The lightness drained from her expression. Shoulders squared, posture straightened, focus snapping into place.

“Hey… boss,” she said, tilting a crooked smile. “We’re good, right?”

Alice’s eyes flicked between her daughter and Damien, heart tightening. “What did she do? Harper… what did you do?”

Harper’s grin twisted, half-innocent, half-plotting. “Nothing, Mom… okay, maybe a little

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harmless trouble. Let’s just say I’m Team Women today. You know… priorities.”

Alice exchanged a knowing look with Dahlia, then let her gaze flick between Maya and Damien-understanding everything without a single word spoken.

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Maya’s cheeks burned. She lowered her gaze, suddenly fascinated by the floor-or her shoes.

Harper turned back to Damien, her grin teasing but cautious. “So… boss, we’re good, right?”

Damien’s jaw ticked. He held her gaze, silent and steady, letting the weight of the moment linger. Then, finally, he gave a single, deliberate nod.

“Yes.”

Harper let out a quiet breath. “Cool. Beans.”

She straightened, taking a measured breath. “All right. Enough chit-chat. Let’s get to it.”

The air went taut.

“So… I have some… not-so-good news,” she said carefully, letting the pause stretch just enough. “…and some good news.”

Her eyes never left the screen, sharp and steady.

“So,” she added softly, the faintest edge of mischief in her tone, “which one do you want first?

The question lingered in the study, suspended like a held breath.

No one answered at first.

Damien leaned back slightly in his chair, arms folding across his chest-not defensive, but braced. His gaze never left the screen.

“The bad news,” he said at last.

A corner of Harper’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile.

“I figured,” she murmured. “Alright, here we go.”

Her fingers moved out of frame, quick and precise. The screen shifted.

Files bloomed across the wall-timestamps, encrypted strings, movement logs. Data

scrolled too fast for most eyes to follow, a quiet storm of information.

“This,” Harper said, her voice sharpening, “came through my radar moments after the Volkov incident this morning.”

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Nicholas leaned forward without realizing it. Charles’ expression hardened, the ease draining from his features. Even Dahlia, who rarely betrayed tension, straightened.

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