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

“None of that matters. What matters is the result, and your attitude!” I laughed, a cold, empty sound. “My attitude? Preston, you’re a real hypocrite.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “When Chloe was stealing credit right under my nose, where was your lecture about attitude? When she plagiarized my work, what did you have to say about attitude then?” “You’re talking nonsense—” “Am I?” I walked to my desk and picked up the folder. “Should I pull up the email records right now? Let’s see who’s talking nonsense.”

I stammered. "You’re under arrest," he said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "You’ve been accused of corporate espionage and grand theft. Someone has filed the charges. He claims you stole confidential files from Harrington Company before you left." “How… how could that possible? I didn’t do that! I…please, trust me, I didn’t!” I trembled and explained. But no one listened to my explanation. When the cold handcuffs snapped around my wrists, I felt that everything was over.

Eager to impress him, the head of security pressed harder on my shoulder and kicked the back of my knee to make me fall to the floor. "Stay still, Mavis! If you stole from the company, you should've known you'd get caught! How can you do something stupid when you're so young?" My knee gave out from the pressure, and I nearly fell on the tiles. That was the story they had prepared for headquarters. A scapegoat, a forged confession, and the same lie repeated by everyone at the branch. They assumed the chairman would never bother listening to an intern. Once my thumbprint was on the page, the five-hundred-thousand-dollar gap would simply disappear.

For a second, I genuinely couldn't process what I'd just heard. “You think I stole from you?” His eyes dimmed, like he was realizing something else. “That bartender pointed me to you.” “What?” “You two know each other?” Great! Another accusation. I blinked. “I met that man yesterday.” Blake scoffed. “Convenient.” The word hit harder than it should have. I shook my head slowly. “Wow.” I breathed, shaken. “Give it back.” He demanded. “I don't have your wallet.” I retorted.

And after eight months without a period, I'd practically forgotten where I'd stored my sanitary supplies. After a bathroom trip, I spread a towel on the bed and collapsed on it with a deep sigh. “Now I can relax.” Lucky hopped onto the bed, his little nose twitching. I scratched behind his ears before opening my laptop. “Time to punish the bad guys, Lucky.” My smile hardened as I opened my files. Jared had stolen my designs, claimed my watermark belonged to Alice, and publicly accused me of being a fraud at the expo. I'd let him get away with too much already.

At 2:17 a.m., I walked out of my third emergency spleen surgery that night. My scrubs were drenched, cold against my skin. I stood in the locker room, scrolling through my phone to check tomorrow's schedule. Then a notification popped up. Mentions of my name had gone from single digits to thousands. I tapped it. Trending locally. Number three. #HospitalExploitsInterns# The attached image was a security shot outside the OR. The timestamp read 02:13:47.

"They escorted me out of the building. In front of everyone. Everyone watched me walk out like a criminal!" Kai’s body went rigid. His breath hitched, pure shock radiating off him. "What? Who escorted you out? What are you talking about?" "The Internal Audit Committee," I choked out, tears soaking into his sweater. "They accused me of stealing three million dollars! They said I routed offshore funds from a five million dollar equipment contract!"

Todd Robyn, the intern, had used some kind of savings-transfer trick on me. No matter how much money I put into my bank account, the balance always turned into fifty dollars. In my previous life, I dreamed of buying a place of my own near the office. At last, I scraped together a five-thousand-dollar down payment. But when I swiped my card, the sales agent told me it had been declined for insufficient funds. I checked my transaction history, confronted the bank, and even went to the police, but everyone treated me like a lunatic. After all, every single purchase on my bank statement was recorded in black and white. But I lived so frugally. I had never made any of those purchases! When I

"I am here. I will get you out. Do not worry about anything. My lawyer is handling it." Marty's hands were shaking as he held onto the bars. "I did not do it," he said, between sobs. Did he even need to explain? We are talking about Marty Lake here, a big department head of the Moreau company here. Why would I believe him capable of such? The person that accused him is obviously a fool. “ Marty, you do not need to explain yourself…” "I swear to you, I did not take anything. I do not even know what they think I stole."

Mary said sleepily from the other line. "We have a problem," I said, glancing around my now messy room. "What? What's wrong?" Mary snapped, sounding irritated, yet now wide awake. "Someone stole my nerd uniform." When she didn't reply, I rephrased the statement. "Someone stole everything I use to go undercover.”