The Billionaire’s Intern novel Chapter 7

Damien stared at the ceiling for another moment, then pushed away from the desk and crossed the room to the built-in cabinet tucked against the far wall. He poured himself a glass of whiskey — not out of need, but for the quiet ritual of it. The steady motion, the clink of glass, the burn waiting at the back of his throat — something about it helped anchor him. Focus, he told himself. The numbers on the Lawson account demanded his attention. The investor memo was due by week’s end. But none of it held. Not with her face rising, uninvited, behind his eyes. She’d looked out of place in that boardroom—too soft for a space carved out in sharp...