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I wished I could go back in the past and knock some sense into my naive, overly sympathetic past self! Three months ago, when she first started her internship, I worried every single day about her sales numbers. I worried about her sales technique. I even helped her map out the key points for her professional certification exams multiple times! It turned out that she was nothing but an ungrateful snake who could never be satisfied! The viewership of Vivian’s livestream skyrocketed, eventually ranking number one on the social trends list. In less than half an hour, I received a call from corporate headquarters regarding an investigation.

I smirked and walked on in to the President’s office. A sleek desk sat near the end of the hall, behind which a woman with perfectly coiffed hair and a sharp blue suit was typing away. She looked up as I approached, her expression polite but curious. “Good afternoon. How may I help you?” I straightened my shoulders. “I’m Liv Bennet, the new intern. I’d like to thank Mr. Blackwood personally for his support.” Her lips curled into a faint smile. “How thoughtful of you. One moment, please.” She picked up the phone, her tone professional as she relayed my request. After a pause, she nodded. “Follow me please.”

“Brent, I’m searching for an internship, and I, uh I also have an examination this week so I might not be able to see you often. After tonight, I need to study for it.” He took his seat on the bed to untie the laces on his shoes. My heart pattered treacherously away in my chest. How could sexual attraction, I wondered, be this profound? I tried to appear calm but every moment now seemed to me to be a charged, breathless countdown to having his hands on me. “Where are you looking to do your internship?” he asked. “Merrill Lynch.” “Well, if things don’t go according to plan, you have a position at my company’s accounting department. I’m sure you'll be able to pick up quite a few valuable insig

I forced a smile on my face and faced my best friend. “You're right, as always. Thanks Matt.” He smiled and nodded, backing away “Find me when you're done.” “Will do.” I smiled back before turning and walking into the cell block. I entered the first cell on the left, a spacious room that was cluttered with a wooden desk and too many boxes overflowing with paperwork of one kind or another and a lone man, dressed in army blacks who's eyes were burrowing into me. “Good morning. I would like to sign up.” I stated feeling as confident as I could expect to in that moment. Matt was right, I had this, I had been pushing myself, training myself for this for years.

CHAPTER 46 Henry’s POV I was buried in reports when the door to my office swung open. I glanced up to see Jake, a business partner with a knack for saying exactly the wrong things at the wrong time. "Hey, Henry, have you met the new intern? Sophia, right?" Jake asked, a sly grin playing on his face. I tried to keep my cool, offering a nonchalant nod. "Yeah, Sophia. She's part of the team now." Jake leaned against the doorframe, his tone taking on a teasing edge. "She's quite the catch, Henry. I saw her in the breakroom. Didn't know interns could look like that."

The smoke curled up lazily as I exhaled. To new beginnings, I murmur. ***The next day. The building was taller than it was when I saw it on the outside. It was made of glass and steel, clean and intimidating. I checked my reflection at the door before stepping inside. Crisp shirt. Trousers pressed. Shoes polished as much as they can be. The receptionist looked up as I approached. “Good morning.” “Good morning. I’m here for the internship program. Jake Humphrey.” She smiled professionally. “Yes. We’ve been expecting you. Please have a seat. Ms. Clara will show you around.”

I told myself a lot of things these days. “Come in,” I called, expecting the night security guard or maybe the cleaning crew. The door opened and Ethan Kane stepped inside. Twenty-four. Fresh out of his MBA program. My new executive intern for the next quarter. HR had walked him into my office at 9 a.m. sharp this morning with the usual corporate speech about “mentorship” and “valuable experience.” I’d barely looked up from my laptop then—just enough to register dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and a handshake that lingered half a second too long.

"Isn't 800 bucks better? You can buy so many things with that." I stared at my phone and voted for the cash without hesitation. I couldn't help thinking, who in their right mind would pass on 800 dollars for some company-branded tarts? But less than a minute later, the intern in charge of tallying votes, Davin Holt, tagged me in the company group, saying, "Fabian, you're the only one in the department who picked the bonus. Did you vote wrongly?" I frowned. Before I could reply, his second message popped up.

Not even for an hour. I opened the first file, and my fingers flew across the keyboard, already drafting a cross-referencing spreadsheet. I was going to edit, arrange, and perfect those files. And then, I was going to find out how a girl fresh out of grad school, applying for an internship, ended up replacing a CEO's PA on the floor of a fifty-billion-dollar company. The drama had begun.

Then, Spencer and Samuel looked at each other and smiled, "I really wish to see the looks on our uncle's faces! I bet they're all green with envy." "Maybe they've turned purple," Samuel sneered mercilessly. At this moment, Daniel and Sean came downstairs to see the two brothers laughing while Stanley was eating and reading at the same time, but not before they caught each other's eyes. "Stanley," Daniel said after he had sat down. Stanley placed his book down and glanced at Daniel, "What's up, Dad?" Daniel looked at Sean before saying, "Our company is overly packed right now and you're in your second semester of junior year. You'll begin your internship during your senior year, so I would li