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Horny intern 1 My name was Mia, and I was twenty-one when I started my internship at Blackwood Corp. I had always been the shy type, the girl who hid behind books and avoided parties. Still a virgin, I focused on my business degree, hoping it would lead to something big. Landing this spot at one of the top firms in the city felt like a dream. But the real pull was the CEO, Mr. Voss. He was in his late thirties, tall and built like he spent hours in the gym. His suits hid tattoos that peeked out at his collar sometimes, and his dark eyes made my stomach flip every time he walked by. I crushed on him hard from day one, stealing glances during meetings.

“Interns run errands for everyone until they show they can handle larger tasks. Go around and take how everyone likes their coffee and make it. Then take the mail.” I nod and go around the office introducing myself and asking about coffee. I write down the coffee orders and make it. After delivering them, I take the mail. Once that is done, I am given another task of hunting files. It feels like I’m more of an assistant than an intern. Around lunch, I check my phone to see that Max canceled our plans. I’m disappointed, but it is short lived when everyone gives me a list of their lunch orders. Luckily Paul drives me to the four different places to pick up lunch orders. Then I grab something f

I explained, "so here I kneel. In nine hours, if I can still walk, I'm going home and taking a long, hot bath." "You are just going to stay there for nine hours?" another woman groused. "I'm an intern. An order is an order and it isn't like she's forgotten where she left me." "Our male intern isn't nearly this nice," a third lady commented. "We call him the Chinchilla. When he isn't acting as if he's somehow valuable, he scurries about like a rodent." That would be Brian I was willing to bet. The women in the elevator were suddenly self-conscious they'd talked that way around another male intern.

I cleared my throat slightly to interrupt him and it worked. "I am sorry to interrupt you, director, but the only thing you got correctly was my name. I am not here to manage any department in this working institution. I came here as an intern. That's what I came here to be, and hopefully, at the end of my internship, I will be recommended to the board for retention." I chuckled and he did the same, lowering his head for a while before he started to talk.

Lets the smoke sharpen his thoughts. Nothing about this is normal. If it were, he wouldn't be looking at this file. Wouldn't be sitting in this dark room at three in the morning trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces. He scrolls through the document again. Slower this time. Reading between the lines. Community college. Scholarships. Dean's list. Internship at... He stops. Reads the line again. "An intern that is barely three days in was taken along to a bidding event." His voice is thoughtful now. Calculating. "That is unconventional. Very much unlike Seraphina."

I called out to him and he immediately pulled his body off the chair, fear returning to his face. “What’s your work as an intern?” I asked. “I am supposed to watch what everyone does, help with anything I can for now until the training is done” “I see” my eyes rested on his neck—he had a cross tattoo there and it was—cute and warming. “Make him my new secretary” I announced much to the amazement of the two of them. I was also surprised at myself because I hated incompetence the most and this intern didn’t look like he knew anything.

Emma wasn’t that type of girl, but how could he have known what she had through when he wasn’t there with her. Taking the file in his hands, he snapped his fingers, and the lights came on overhead. It was a list of all the interns that had been accepted from the university she attended. His company was welcome to interns, and sometimes they hired those who showed potential right after they graduated, before they even had their license, other times, such interns got hired immediately after the internship. The list was a total of sixty-three interns which was from King’s University alone, and he carefully scanned the names one by one, turning the pages until he reached the last name … but hers

Exhibit A: my internship. Shortly put, I’m pretty much killing it lately. But that also means that between the freshmen English students who stared and pointed when Rhea and I hit the bookstore ("a real published writer, and she’s a student!") and the other internship offers piling up in my inbox, I hardly have time to breathe.

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)

"Confess, you're catching each other," Joseph said accusingly. "Seriously, Tasha, you can confess. We don't talk about anything else in this office.” I watched him over the pile of documents I carried in my arms, all carefully hidden by thin covers of folders. It was the third time in less than fifteen minutes that Joseph tried to pull out some confession that made sense for my new sector within the company. Because everyone believed that the function of an intern was to be enslaved by all sectors at the same time, and not that he was wandering back and forth looking for signatures on documents and sending emails. Something that became my job two days ago.