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she whispers. “Just hold it,” he snaps, quickening and widening his strides to the elevator. Daddy issues… “Thanks for this,” I say, hoping to break the tension. As we get to my car, he finally speaks up again. “For our summer interns, we usually offer a yearlong internship in partnership with Marie’s Soups. Interns learn the legal side of charity, they develop organizational skills, and they even get an automatic interview for a job in the corporate office. There’s an opportunity to—”

I'm sure he will keep his personal grudge away while at work. "My life was going smooth and I had everything in place" I mentally stated my all-time mantra and took a deep breath and headed home. Michael. I knew the Morgan’s won't disappoint me they sent through all the details on Sarah’s internship and I must say that I'm impressed with this girl's work. But unfortunately, now she will have to face me, and this internship will be a nightmare to her. "Get me the details of all interns and everyday report on what work is being assigned and how is their progress" I instructed my PA.

But some deep, secret part of me— the part that still hadn’t learned better— wanted to. Even if it was just one more bad decision waiting to happen. ******** By two in the afternoon, the hangover was just a dull ache behind my eyes instead of a full-blown marching band. Progress. I was sitting cross-legged on Kayla’s couch, picking at the remains of some microwave mac and cheese, when my phone buzzed beside me. I wiped my hands on a napkin and grabbed it. Email Notification: Subject: Internship Interview Invitation From: Sterling & Cross LLP

I could have stopped there, but my curiosity piqued at me as I flipped another page. “I wouldn't be reading that if I were you.” Ella's calm voice tore through the room. I raised my head and almost fell off my chair. She stood in front of me, a wide smile on her face. “I’m sorry.” I apologised, my hands trembling as I handed the book over to her. Her smile snapped, her face straight as she collected the book. She gave me one last look before returning to her desk. The other interns stared at me as though I had committed a crime.

Intership C H A P T E R 6 "Faine, where is my charger?" I asked my roommate as I come into the living room, I don't think I should wake up her since she's sleeping with her loud snores coming out of her mouth, her student copy is placed in her face. I pity the kid who is going to have his copy back with her saliva on it. It's internship period time, she started in a high school for an internship while I'm getting started for my stage. I walked in front of the mirror and tucked my shirt in my skirt.

When the new intern, Felix Madden, hears that I'm going back to my hometown for the Thanksgiving weekend and won't be home in my fully paid-off luxury lakeview apartment, he goes out of his way to cozy up to me. "Come on, Carl. Your place is going to be empty anyway. Why not let my parents stay there for a few days during the holiday? It'll save them the cost of paying for a hotel," Felix says. Worried that my belongings might be tampered with, I politely turn him down. His expression darkens slightly, and he mutters under his breath, "Fine. If you won't lend it to me, I'll find my own way." I don't think much of it at the time. Then, on the first day of the holiday, the property manage

I didn’t expect them to make room for me. “Hey, you’re Audrey, right?” I looked up from my chicken caesar salad to see another intern standing by my table with a curious expression on her face. She was tall and lithe, with perfectly manicured nails and an expensive-looking watch on her wrist. “Yeah, that’s me,” I replied cautiously, dabbing at my mouth with my napkin. She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Is it true what they’re saying? That you got this internship by sleeping with Mr. Brooks? What was it like?”

The room fell into a deeper silence. “She’s with Scout, so what? What’s your business? Maybe the intern saw wrong. It doesn’t mean she’s sleeping her way up. You don’t even have proof!” “I know what I saw,” the intern finally spoke up, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “They were on the office couch. It… it looked intimate.” I wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole. My throat felt like it was closing up. My hands were shaking so badly I had to grip the desk just to keep myself from crying.

I’d come back to work ready to take on more projects, anything to distract myself and put my life back together. “Hello?” a male voice called from outside my office door. The voice was unfamiliar; I figured he was at the wrong door. I turned back to my window—until the door swung open and a strange face peeked in. “Who are you? And can’t you knock?” I asked. He smiled politely. “Sorry. I’m Ken, the new intern. I was hired while you were away. Bernard sent me to pick up the sample for the ads you designed two weeks ago. Sorry for barging in.”

It was often said that young people nowadays were blunt and lacked propriety in their speech and actions, but in all my years of working, it was the first time I ever encountered an intern who took things that far. Upon noticing my silence, Julia Hall, the intern, pursed her lips and said, "You can't just give me the silent treatment, Emma. I'm not looking for a free meal—I'm paying. I know five dollars isn't a lot, but I'm trying to lose weight, so I won't be eating much anyway.