The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 38: What’s Happening to Me?-2

The Blackwood Enterprises executive floor thrummed with quiet efficiency-the usual rhythm of ambition, precision, and silent fear.

Inside his office, Damien sat behind his glass desk, sleeves rolled up, the lean muscles in his forearms flexing as he signed another contract. The thick stack of documents bore his signature in clean, practiced strokes, each one a seal of power, each decision sharpened by decades of control.

His pen barely paused as James knocked and entered.

“Well?” Damien asked without looking up.

James stepped forward, tablet in hand.

“The check up went well. Jamie’s vitals were stable. Transfer is proceeding as planned. All records are officially in the new system.”

Damien nodded once. Expected.

“Dr. Anderson has been briefed on the case and will personally oversee the pre-op planning. He’ll likely drop in tonight or tomorrow to meet them both.”

Damien gave a small nod, jaw tight, but his focus was absolute. “Good.”

But James didn’t leave. Instead, he cleared his throat-softly, but enough to draw Damien’s

attention.

“There’s… something else,” he said. “Something… personal. About Ms. Thompson.”

That made Damien’s pen stop.

His eyes lifted-sharp, unreadable. “What about her?”

“I had a brief conversation with her. After Monroe took Jamie for snacks.”

Damien leaned back, waiting. His gaze narrowed, unreadable. But inside, the tension coiled fast-tight, immediate.

James continued, measured but not indifferent.

“She thanked me. Genuinely. Told me she meant it. I replied the way you’d expect me to, but I might’ve… teased her a little.”

A pause. Damien’s jaw clenched slightly. “Teased.”

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James smirked faintly. “Lightly. Nothing out of line. I just told her she shouldn’t thank me since I’m only following orders-but that I wouldn’t mind being the one to keep your mood satisfied.”

Damien’s eyes darkened like a stormcloud rolling over glass. But James went on, calm.

“She turned red. Flushed all the way to her ears.”

That gave Damien pause.

A slow, hot pulse beat behind his ribs. His fingers twitched against the pen in his hand.

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