The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 459

Chapter 201: Seamless Deception-2

Her tone shifted-lighter, but with a clear edge of precision now.

“Once you wear them, the system will automatically initiate a biometric sync-mapping your facial muscles, micro-expressions, and vocal patterns in real time. It’ll adapt to your natural movements, so nothing looks stiff or off.”

She leaned closer to the screen, eyes sharp.

“Just give it a minute to fully calibrate. After that, the masks should respond like a second skin.”

Hudson and Cruz opened the glass cases in unison.

Without hesitation, Damien reached in and lifted his mask-his own face staring back at him. He didn’t pause. In one fluid motion, he placed it on.

Ashcroft, on the other hand, hesitated. His gaze lingered as he turned the mask slightly, inspecting the craftsmanship-the unnerving realism of it. Then, with a quiet exhale, he put it on as well.

The moment the masks settled into place, Harper tapped something on her tablet.

A faint, almost imperceptible electric sensation spread across their skin-like a soft current brushing over their faces.

It lasted only a few seconds. Then it was gone.

Harper’s voice came through, focused now. “Okay, initial contact established. Now I’m going to share the calibration sequence-just follow it step by step. Boss, you go first.”

Damien straightened in his seat, eyes locking onto the screen.

The display shifted-Harper’s feed minimizing as a clean interface took over. A facial grid appeared, thin lines mapping across his features, adjusting in real time-similar to setting up Face

ID, but far more detailed. Points of light traced his jawline, cheekbones, brow-tracking even the

slightest movement.

“Hold still,” Harper instructed. “Let it map your baseline.”

A soft tone chimed. The grid tightened, refining.

“Now, follow the prompts.”

Text appeared on the screen.

Raise your eyebrows.

Blink twice.

Turn your head left… now right.

Each movement was mirrored instantly on the display, the system capturing micro-expressions with precise accuracy.

Another chime.

“Good. Now voice sync.”

No one spoke. The room remained still, every set of eyes fixed on the process.

“Okay, all done! Sanitation complete!” Harper chirped. “Next!”

Right on cue, Cruz retrieved another black suitcase and placed it on the table. He opened it with ease-the lock identical to the first-sleek, precise, and secure.

Inside, two more cases rested within the foam.

This time, the faces inside belonged to Cruz and Hudson.

Harper continued, “These are the secondary masks. No need to activate them-they don’t have the

full adaptive system like the first pair. Go ahead and try them on.”

Damien and Ashcroft exchanged a brief glance before reaching in.

They lifted the masks and put them on.

The fit was immediate-seamless.

Harper tapped her tablet again.

That same faint electric sensation spread across their skin-but this time, it was quicker, sharper.

The masks adjusted instantly, settling into place as if locking onto them.