The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 474

Chapter 207: Out of Place

Back at Blackwood Enterprises, the effect was immediate.

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The moment Hudson appeared on the floor, the atmosphere inside R&D shifted almost instantly.

Conversations cut off mid-sentence.

The quiet tapping of keyboards gradually slowed as heads turned one after another toward the

elevator lobby.

Then recognition spread.

Employees straightened instinctively.

Some stood immediately.

Others lowered their heads respectfully the second they realized who had arrived.

“Mr. Blackwood…”

The greeting came quietly at first before echoing across nearby workstations in a ripple.

Hudson acknowledged none of it beyond a calm, unreadable glance across the department.

And somehow, that made the pressure even worse.

James stepped out beside him smoothly, tablet already in hand, posture composed and

professional as though this was just another ordinary walkthrough.

Behind them, Monroe and Cruz followed without a sound.

At the very back-

Damien and Ashcroft emerged last beneath borrowed faces, blending seamlessly into the

formation.

Ashcroft’s eyes swept across the department carefully.

Even he had to admit-

It was convincing.

Too convincing.

Not a single person questioned Hudson’s identity.

Not even for a second.

The silence inside R&D shifted only when movement came from deeper within the department.

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An office door opened.

An older man stepped out.

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Mid-fifties. Slightly round build with a well-fitted suit that strained just a little at the waist. A

salt-and-pepper beard carefully maintained. His expression adjusted the moment he saw the group, shifting instantly into something welcoming, almost rehearsed.

He approached with measured confidence, stopping at a respectful distance before bowing

slightly.

“Mr. Blackwood, sir,” he said with a practiced smile. “What a pleasant surprise. If we had known

you were coming, we would’ve made the proper arrangements.”

Hudson looked at him for a moment, taking him in without hurry.

The man held his posture, but there was a subtle tension in his shoulders now, as the silence

stretched just a little too long.

“Last I checked,” Hudson said evenly, “I own this company.”

A brief pause.

“I don’t need to notify anyone before I walk through it.’

The man’s smile tightened.

He gave a small, nervous laugh as if trying to smooth it over.

“Of course, sir. That’s not what I meant, I just-”

Hudson lifted a hand slightly. Not abrupt. Not forceful. Just enough to stop him.

The man fell silent immediately.

“I’m here for a walkthrough,” Hudson continued calmly. “Not to waste time on irrelevant

conversation.”

The shift in tone settled over the area like pressure.

The department head nodded quickly, the earlier confidence gone.

“Oh… of course,” he said, forcing a tighter smile as he tried to recover. “I-I apologize. Yes, sir. Of

course. Understood.”

The man who had stepped forward was Bill Franklin, Director of R&D. He managed the entire department’s operations, including project selection, budgeting, and hiring decisions. In most situations, he carried himself with the ease of someone used to authority within his own domain.

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But that authority didn’t translate here.

Not under Damien Blackwood.

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It showed in the smallest details now-the stiffness in his posture, the way his hands stayed loosely clasped in front of him, and the careful control of his breathing as he tried to maintain composure under scrutiny.

Bill cleared his throat once, stepping slightly aside as he gestured down the corridor.

“Um… okay,” he said quickly, his voice noticeably more careful than before. “This way, sir.”

Hudson didn’t answer immediately, just followed his gaze for a moment before taking a step

forward.

It was then that movement slipped quietly from the same office Bill had just come out of.

A younger woman stepped out.

She was dressed neatly, though slightly too polished for a casual R&D environment.

There were subtle signs of disarray-her hair not quite sitting in place as if it had been hastily fixed, a few strands out of alignment. Her blouse wasn’t fully smooth, slightly creased in a way that suggested she had just adjusted it quickly before stepping out. Even her lipstick, while still sharp, had a faint imperfection at the edge.

Nothing dramatic.

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