I'm Not the Chairman's Son, Seriously

From then on, the way everyone in the company treated me changed.

The first was my team leader, Kevin Mallor. He came over and placed a cup of coffee on my desk, then smiled and said, "Here, Michael, for you. Less sugar. I had to make a guess, but I have a feeling you'll like this."

I was momentarily surprised. Did interns here truly receive such treatment?

"Kevin, this…"

Patting my shoulder, he shot me a meaningful glance. "Hey, no need to be so courteous with me. From now on, our team will be relying on you."

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but Kevin had already walked off.

Forget it. I would find an opportunity in the afternoon to explain myself.

However, that opportunity never came. Someone else did, though.

"Hello, are you Michael Lane?"

I raised my head, only to see a female colleague with shoulder-length hair standing in front of me. She was dressed in a white blouse and a black form-fitting skirt. When she smiled, she revealed two dimples in her cheeks.

"I am. And you are?"

"I'm Winnie Sandler from the marketing department." She placed an exquisite-looking box on my desk, then went on, "I heard our company received an extraordinarily talented intern this time, so I specifically came over to take a look. This is for you. I saw it while shopping yesterday and thought that it would suit you extremely well."

I opened the box curiously and found a fountain pen from Moran, a luxury goods brand.

"This is way too expensive! I can't accept this…"

"Oh, but I insist!" Leaning closer, she cooed softly, "In the future, you can always come find me if you have anything you don't understand. Here's my contact number. How about you add me?"

With that, she fished out her phone and showed me her phone number.

At the desk next to mine, Louis Grant shot me an awed look that was mixed with jealousy.

Steeling myself, I added Winnie's contact number.

After she had left, Louis sidled over and murmured, "No way, man. That's unbelievable. Winnie is the hottest woman in the entire company, and not a single guy has managed to win her over. Yet, she actually came to you first?"

I was silent for a moment before I replied, "Maybe she's just a nice person?"

Louis rolled his eyes at me. "As if. Normally, she's incredibly standoffish with everyone. Do you know who her father is? He's our company's vice-chairman, so money is the one thing that they don't lack."

I looked down at the Moran pen, suddenly finding it more trouble than it was worth.

In the following days, the situation only became even more ridiculous. Despite being just an intern, I practically received the VIP treatment.

When I came to work in the morning, there would already be breakfast on my desk, with a note from Kevin that read, "Michael, eat it while it's still hot."

During the afternoon meeting, I had simply commented offhandedly, "This proposal is a little difficult."

Yet, the head of our department had immediately replied, "It's fine. Just take it slow. There's no hurry. You're new here, after all."

Winnie would also come every day bearing gifts. One day, it was hand-brewed coffee. On another day, it was imported snacks. Once, she even brought a book, claiming that she had bought an extra. Inside the cover had been a handwritten message that read, "To the most outstanding Michael."

Even the janitor was particularly friendly and warm toward me. Every time he walked by my desk, he would insist on giving me a yogurt cup.

Honestly, I was feeling a tremendous amount of pressure since I genuinely wasn't the chairman's son!