The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 503

Chapter 232: A Conscious Effort

Damien’s gaze remained on the sketch

He pointed to the space beneath the primary setting, where the two hands joined.

“The final diamond goes here.”

The manager stepped closer and followed where Damien was pointing, nodding in understanding.

“Of course, Mr. Blackwood.”

Retrieving a pen from his pocket, the manager made a brief notation on the design packet.

“Is there anything else you would like modified, Mr. Blackwood?”

Damien looked at the drawing one final time.

“No.”

His answer came without hesitation.

The manager gave a small nod before carefully closing the portfolio.

“I’ll ensure the additional specifications are communicated immediately, Sir.”

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With the final instruction recorded, the manager carefully closed the velvet presentation case containing

the gemstones.

The Argyle pink diamond was secured separately, along with the heirloom diamond and the finalized

design packet.

Only after everything had been properly accounted for did he return the items to the vault.

A few moments later, the manager returned his attention to Damien.

Inclining his head respectfully, he waited for further instructions.

“I’ll be out of the country for the next week,” Damien said as he rose from his seat. “t want the piece completed by the time I return.”

The manager nodded immediately.

“Certainly, Mr. Blackwood.”

“Whatever resources are required, use them,” Damien continued. “Cost is not a consideration.”

A faint smile crossed the manager’s face.

“Understood, Sir. Rest assured, every necessary resource will be made available. The piece will be handled personally by Monsieur Laurent himself.”

The name carried weight.

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Laurent was widely regarded as one of the most respected high–jewelry craftsmen in the world.

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For more than three decades, his creations had found their way into royal collections, museums, and the

private vaults of some of the wealthiest families on earth.

Collectors waited years for the opportunity to commission a piece bearing his signature.

Many never received one.

In recent years, Laurent had become increasingly selective with his work, accepting only a handful of

commissions annually and personally crafting even fewer.

Most projects were entrusted to his team.

Very few ever reached his own workbench.

This would be one of them.

“Good,” Damien said. “Notify my assistant the moment it’s finished.”

“I’ll see to it personally, Sir.”

As he made his way toward the door, Damien glanced at James.

“Take care of the rest.”

“Understood, Sir.”

The manager offered a respectful bow. Damien acknowledged it with a slight nod before exiting the private suite without another word.

Meanwhile, James remained behind to settle the purchase of the Argyle pink diamond and the substantial

fees that came with securing such a rare gemstone.

The moment the doors closed behind him, Damien’s thoughts shifted to the next item on his list.

It was something James could have arranged with a single phone call.

Yet Damien intended to handle it personally.

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Stepping out onto the quiet street, Damien’s driver noticed him immediately and started to step out of the

vehicle.

A subtle gesture from Damien stopped him.

Understanding the silent instruction, the driver remained inside the car parked at the curb, wisely giving

him space.

Damien pulled his phone out of his pocket.

His thumb moved automatically to the first contact pinned at the top of his favorites list.

A second later, the call began to ring.

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The call rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four.

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By the fifth ring, a faint crease had appeared between his brows. He was already considering hanging up and calling the manor’s landline when the line finally connected.

“Hello?” Maya’s voice came through, slightly breathless.

Damien frowned.

“Why are you out of breath?”

A muffled sound came from the other end, followed by what sounded suspiciously like something hitting

the floor.

“I was looking for my phone,” Maya admitted. “I could hear it ringing, but I couldn’t remember where I’d put

it.”

“Where was it?”

A brief pause.

“…under a pile of clothes.”

“Of course it was.”

“Hey!”

The indignation in her voice was immediate.

A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of Damien’s mouth.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Packing.”

“Why?”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

“What do you mean, why? We’re leaving tomorrow before sunrise.”

“I know,” Damien said. “I meant why are you packing yourself? Ask one of the staff to do it.”

Maya sounded genuinely baffled by the suggestion.

“Because it’s just packing, Damien. It’s not like I’m moving houses. Besides, it would probably take longer to explain what I want packed than to do it myself.”

His brows drew together.

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“That defeats the purpose of having staff.”

A laugh escaped her.

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“No, it doesn’t. It just means don’t need someone following me around every time I want to put clothes in

a suitcase.”

Damien remained unconvinced.

To him, delegating simple tasks was the logical solution. To Maya, doing them herself was simply normal.

Some habits, it seemed, were harder to break than others.

“Anyway, I’m almost done,” Maya said, clearly deciding the discussion had run its course. “I just need to finish packing a few things.”

A faint zip sounded through the phone as she closed another suitcase.

“Are you on your way home?”

“Not yet.”

Damien glanced toward the waiting vehicle.

“I need to stop somewhere first.”

“Oh.”

A brief silence followed.

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