The Intern Accused Me Of Stealing So I Took Everything Novels & Stories

Darren commented “I was fired” I told them. They were silent for a second while I fidgeted “Why? How?” Kitty asked “I… remember I told you that Santiago tried to harass me the day before and threatened to get me fired? They nodded in unison “Well, I arrived the next day for my evening shift and I was accused of stealing” “That is bull crap, baby doll”Darren raged “He fired me immediately and I…” I paused there as I thought of telling them about the man I had met and his offer. I did not think it was right to put it out there like that

Zy picked up one of the folders, and I quickly snatched it away. “That isn’t mine.” I placed it back on the desk. “I am not working on anything. I thought I would stay and learn as much as possible about the company. Since I am an intern, I want to be able to do my best and make sure no one in the team is dragged down.”

I answered and clenched my lips. "I am not convinced with what you just said but I think I'll reconsider coming again." She closed the jotter. Coming again? That literally means I'll be here for another day? "How can an owner of a company steal? I didn't know that anything was missing." I tried to hold her back. "What do you do?" She asked. "I deal with interior designs...." I answered calmly. She scoffed. "It's possible for someone to steal from another company." She still doesn't believe me.

“You threaten her? Her kid?” He gasped, but grinned. “Yeah. Pay me. Or I talk.” I shoved him back. He hit the chair, fell. “You’re done,” I said. “Security!” The door opened, two guys rushed in. “Take him out.“ “Wait!” he yelled, kicking. “You can’t! I know things!” “What things?” I asked, stopping them. He panted. “The accounts. Someone’s stealing. I heard. From inside.” I froze. “Who?”

"You think you're untouchable because you got a lucky break on the midterm. The Vanguard committee doesn't give internships to charity cases!" "Watch me," I said, pointing a finger directly at his chest. "If you ever come within ten feet of my table again, I will take this flash drive straight to the Dean of Academic Integrity, and I will have you expelled before the weekend." I grabbed my bag, slammed my laptop shut, and marched out of the studio, leaving him standing there in the ruins of his failed sabotage. I walked out into the cool spring night, my adrenaline spiking so hard my hands were shaking. I pulled my phone out and hit Evans’s contact.

Soon after my arrival came the accusations. They presented it like it were a fact. Money stolen. Internal documents leaked. Family secrets jeopardized. I denied it - of course I did. But they had already made it airtight. Photos, forged logs, manipulated messages… all of them, things I couldn’t prove false. Things someone had carefully planted. I’d barely gotten through my first sentence before the crack echoed across the room. Harrison’s slap sent my face sideways, heat and humiliation burning instantly across my cheek. “Enough!” Grandfather had roared, half-rising from his chair.

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.

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. “Do you want to hear what your friends said under oath? Or the maids? The interns? Or better yet, do you want to talk about the dress you stole, the coffee you tampered with, the documents that went missing? Do you really want to go through every incident one by one?” She curled her lip. “So what? So what if I did some of that? You’re acting like I’m a criminal—”

Finally, without the slightest hesitation, I reached out, unplugged a portable hard drive that had been connected to the main unit for fifteen years, and stuffed it into my pocket. The intern panicked instantly, his whole body going stiff, and he asid with a trembling voice, “Jane...” I calmly met his gaze. “This hard drive contains a server that I built and developed myself. It is my personal property and has nothing to do with the company.” The intern looked utterly stunned. His lips moved slightly, but in the end he lowered his head and did not try to stop me again. As we brushed past each other, I saw his fingers trembling as he pulled out his phone and logged into the company system. Th

At a department dinner celebrating my raise, an intern and I pulled out our cards at the same time to pay the bill. He had been drinking. Without a second thought, he pushed my card aside. “Kristen, come on. You don’t even make half of what I do. Let me get this.” I froze, and my hands began to tremble. I had worked at the company for six years. I climbed the ranks from an entry-level employee to department manager. During that time, I had asked my boss, Bill Koenig, for a raise seven times. On my seventh attempt, he finally agreed. He increased my pay from $6,000 to $8,200. Jason Briggs was an intern under my supervision. He had joined the company only two weeks earlier, yet he just