The Billionaire’s Intern novel Chapter 2

Maya showed up fifteen minutes early the next day, because late wasn’t even an option in a place like this. She hadn’t slept. Her mind kept replaying the elevator ride, the heavy silence outside Damien Blackwood’s office, and the assistant’s icy warning: “Sign everything. He doesn’t tolerate leaks.” It felt less like an internship and more like stepping into a lion’s den—with a blindfold on. Now, walking into the private lounge again, Maya smoothed her blouse and tried to breathe. There was no coffee shop hum here, no casual chatter. Just tension. Glass. Steel. Control. “Thompson?” a sharp voice called. Maya looked up. A woman—blonde, tall, sleek as marble—stepped out from a nearby door, holding a digital tablet. Her heels...