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After speaking with my mom for about five minutes, I change my focus to the text from Maverick. M: Hey, you should check your email. Internship letters are supposedly being released today. Good luck! Internship letters? Oh shit. My internship application! I scramble to grab my computer from the nightstand and log into my email. I had applied to the most prestige environmental organization located in San Francisco as a paid intern in their documentary department. I knew it was a long shot when I saw that there was one opening but I had to take my chance. I see an email labeled EnviroDoc and click on it immediately.

Her smile is small, and her cheeks look bright red. "Jagger, what happened?" Janet asks, and I shake my head. I am not going to spill anything in front of a woman I have never met, but I know Janet would love to know Julio is in this situation. "Who's this?" I ask, leaning my head in the direction of the girl standing. "My name is Amelia; I am your new intern," she says, stepping out from behind the desk and walking to me with her hand up for me to shake. I nod slightly, focusing on Janet again.

“No. Someone’s claiming the credit card you gave me is dirty money and calling me a corporate bloodsucker who embezzles company funds.” The other side went silent for three seconds before sending a voice message. Her tone was calm, carrying the quiet authority of someone used to being obeyed. “I’ll be there at nine tomorrow morning.” If Julian put even half the energy he showed today into his actual work, his internship evaluation wouldn’t be full of C’s. That night, I opened the forum and saw his latest posts. And there wasn’t just one; there were ten in a row. Each title was more sensational than the last, packed with the kind of buzzwords that went viral online:

I noticed he was the blonde guy I had seen with the president on my first day as an intern. "You must be the new intern," he asked with scrutinising gaze "Yes, my name is Riley" I answered using my hand to dust the book " You can call me Bronte" he extended his hand and I took it. " Nice to meet you Bronte" I smiled at him. His eyes fell on the book " have you read it" " Oh, the book, no I just got it". Strangely, he is the third person asking about the book, maybe the book was popular in the company.

Daniel Shaw paused for a beat, then let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Honey, it’s not April Fools’ Day.” “Cut it out. This isn’t funny.” I forced down the anger rising in my chest. “Sophia Blake, that new intern...” “Alright, I’ve got a meeting to prep for,” Daniel cut in. “We’ll talk after I’m done.” He hung up before I could finish. The dead hum on the line filled my ears, and all I could see was my sister’s tear-streaked face from a week ago.

“Why is it always you? You guys ruined me back then!” “Like you’re the only one suffering? What about my misfortune? I graduated from a top university, yet one vacation trip left me in this mess!” I looked closer and realized they were my former interns. After all these years, they still had not found jobs and were making a living delivering takeout. Snow swirled through the air as another New Year’s Day arrived. Gazing at the city lights, I sighed silently. “Charge all the company dinner expenses to my personal account.

Being an intern isn’t easy at all. “Are you hungry?” I asked instead. “Ate before I came. I’m good.” I put the first aid supplies away, made us both tea, and came back to find Ryan looking at my bookshelf with genuine interest. “You’ve read all of these?” “Most of them. Sit down before you knock something over.” He sat back on the couch, and I curled up on the opposite end. We put something on the television…some documentary about architecture that neither of us was really watching.

Alizeh: "Achcha listen I have a meeting now, if you are going to see your internals then please see me also, and tell me after seeing them, and don't reply now!" Varun: "Okay" So I told her about her internals and they were really good, I even asked her for the treatment and she told me that she'll give me that but who knew when that day will come. After that, I made myself busy with the studies and started studying for the practical exam for the end term with Sam.

“What kind of first date did you go on where you were ordering nachos?” “A Cubs game. He has really good seats too. I might have been able to let the fork thing go, but then he put ketchup on a hot dog.” “Chicago has changed you. What about your new intern?” “Mom, he’s my intern.” She opens the cabinet and takes out her own wine glass. “So he’s not good enough for you because he’s an intern?” “He’s a lot younger than me because he’s my intern.” “A younger man isn’t a bad thing, you know. Men typically die first. This could be your insurance

“So, I’m pretty busy this weekend, but how does a movie at mine next week sound? Maybe Tuesday?” Going round to his intimidated me a little. I hadn’t expected that so soon. “Er yeah, sure. I can’t stay late though. I have my internship in the morning.” He quirked his brow. “Internship?” I suddenly clicked that I hadn’t told him about it. I had been pretty quiet on both dates, content to listen to him. “Er yeah. I have an internship at Stone Marketing.” He gave me a blank look. “Some fancy firm here in London,” I offered.