Novelas y relatos de Ceo Intern

And then—on the 11th floor—the elevator dinged again. The doors slid open—and a crowd of intern candidates pushed inside, buzzing with nervous energy. Clutching clipboards and phones, chatting amongst themselves. They were on a building tour, that much was clear—but despite the fact that their final stop was supposed to be the CEO’s office, none of them seemed to recognize the CEO himself. They jostled forward, bumping shoulders, backpacks knocking into me. I gasped, stumbling back. Before I could even steady myself, a hand clamped firmly around my wrist.

he added, lowering his voice slightly, “you’re assigned to the Office of the CEO. But Sir Lance instructed that you can be pulled in by the Marketing Department whenever they need extra help, since it aligns with your course.” I nodded. “Yes, sir. I understand.” Inside, my chest tightened. Office of the CEO. Which meant that no matter how much I wanted to avoid him… I was still dangerously close. “Guys,” Sir Rene called out to the four employees nearby, “this is Alice. She’ll be working with us as an intern starting today.” All of them turned toward me. Their smiles were polite, but there was clear curiosity—especially when they heard where I was assigned. “Hi,” I greeted, offering a small b

Chapter 19 The bullpen of Floor 42 was a cacophony of clicking keyboards, ringing VoIP lines, and the stale smell of communal microwave popcorn. George sat at a desk that was essentially a slab of laminated particle board, squeezed between a shredder and a water cooler. "Kendrick!" George winced, looking up to see Tyler, a twenty-two-year-old intern wearing a hoodie and a smirk that cost less than George's socks. Tyler had been at Leroy International for six weeks; George had been the CEO's consort for a year. Yet, here they were.

“Oh, Sadie Landry, I’m sorry, but the CEO told you to come up to his office as a secretary?” “What? Secretary role?” Sadie said, confused. “No, that has to be a mistake. And I’m just a student. I only applied for the internship role.” “Well, I’m sorry, but the CEO does want to see you. Maybe you can clear up that confusion with him,” she said. Sadie followed her now, and she understood why those women were whispering and why they thought that, for an insane fact, she had slept with the CEO for this position.

“Did you even read it?” “Yes, Angela. I did.” “Rhea, you're are the first intern to be given such a role. I can't even believe it.” I sucked more tea from my cup. “Can you tell me what I'm going to be doing… because I'm still lost.” “The CEO’s PA is on leave…” “How does that concern me?” “Rhea, you're going to me replacing her until she's back.” The straw in my mouth slipped out, and my eyes blinked, putting it all together now.

She took me person in charge of the office we got to and introduced me as the new intern that was posted to her floor. “I see you are assigned here. The office of the CEO's secretary is currently vacant. With your educational background, you should be able to fit in perfectly. Liz will fill you in what it takes and your desk is right beside the CEO's. I trust you to handle the job well,” the boss explained with a thin smile. “You can follow me,” the person who I suspected to be Liz motioned to me and led me to the other side of the office. “Your seat is here, right in front of the CEO’s office and you can go through the manuals on the table. It contains your work schedule and tips on the CEO

She was eager but cautious, a combination I could work with. “I’ll get straight to the point,” I said, leaning forward and clasping my hands on the desk. “Cristainternational is ready to launch soon, but I’m not stepping away from my family’s company just yet. I need someone to act as CEO, to be the face of Cristainternational while I handle things behind the scenes. I want that person to be you.” Ashley’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly into a smile before she caught herself. A flash of excitement danced across her face. “Me? CEO?” She questioned.

The receptionist, a woman with cold eyes and a tighter bun than hers, looked her up and down—twice. “Can I help you?” she asked, her tone clipped. “Lena Morgan,” she said politely. “I’m the new secretary for Mr. Damian Cross. Today’s my first day.” The woman tapped a few keys. “Thirteenth floor. First door to your right.” “Thank you.” The elevator ride felt longer than it was. Her phone buzzed just as the doors began to close. Evan. She answered quickly. “Hey, I forgot to tell you—I made it.”

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.

The email comes at 6:47 PM. My office. Now., J. Mercer Three words. No context. No please. No salutation. That’s how James Mercer communicates, in commands so efficient they feel like slaps. I’ve been his intern for six weeks and I still don’t know his middle name, what he eats for lunch, or whether he’s capable of smiling. What I do know is that he’s the youngest CEO in the firm’s history, that he fired the last intern for being “aggressively mediocre,” and that every time he looks at me across the conference table, my underwear gets a little wetter.