Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Intern : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Chapter 1: The Only SpotMaya Thompson had been running on caffeine and hope for years. It was 5:30 in the morning, and the café where she worked was still dark when she unlocked the front door. The quiet hum of the machines, the aroma of roasted beans, and the familiar click of her name tag against her apron—these were the things that kept her grounded. By the time the sun broke through the city skyline, she’d already served a dozen tired professionals on their way to offices she could only dream of entering. But today was different. Today, for the first time in what felt like forever, she had something to look forward to. Her professor had pulled her aside after class the night before. Maya had expected a warning—maybe about her grades slipping, or her frequent absences. But instead, he’d smiled, handing her a printed letter with the university’s official seal. We are pleased to inform you… You’ve been selected for this year’s exclusive internship opportunity with Blackwood Enterpri

Damien Blackwood didn’t notice interns. He didn’t need to. Most interns weren’t even worth a glance—those rare few who managed to land the coveted spot at Blackwood Enterprises came through grueling university vetting, a token gesture from the company to maintain ties with elite academic institutions. Only one university was selected each year. Only one student given the opportunity. It was part PR, part power move. Let the schools brag. Let the students dream. It kept the illusion of outreach alive—while reminding everyone just how unreachable Blackwood truly was. They never lasted. They cracked under pressure, or folded the second they realized working for Blackwood wasn’t a fantasy. He didn’t tolerate weakness. He didn’t tolerate clutter. He didn’t tolerate noise. So he was confused—annoyed, even—when he noticed her. It happened by accident. He’d just returned from a two-week summit in Tokyo—exhausting, infuriating, profitable—and was storming through the 42nd floor toward his priv

Damien Blackwood never looked twice. Until now. The conference room was already humming with tension when Damien entered. He didn’t need to look to know the lineup—department heads, senior comms staff, strategy leads. All waiting. All curated. All afraid to breathe too loud before he sat. He moved with deliberate precision. Black tailored suit. White shirt. No tie. Calculated. Everything he did—every cufflink, every silence, every damn step—was calculated. The pitch meeting wasn’t about the pitch. It was about control. About reminding them who was in charge. Who built this empire from the ground up. Who could tear it down if he wanted to. He passed the long glass table, eyes scanning without moving. Observing without appearing to. Calculating risk, performance, allegiance. Then—he saw her. Not directly. Just… enough. Maya Thompson. She sat near the end of the table, partially obscured by Trina’s shoulder. Her posture stiff, hands folded tightly over a leather-bound notebook. She wasn’