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

he snaps. His eyes are dark, lethal. His hands clench into fists. I’m so glad the kitchen island is between us. It’s the only thing keeping me alive right now. "I’m done with this," he sneers, his voice hard with dominance. "After this internship, it’s over. You and Blackwood. No more. I can’t fucking stand this." "You know how much trust I’ve gained with them now? They might hire me!" I throw out, desperate. "Besides, nobody at school suspects a thing now. Stealing a client is the ultimate betrayal in our world!"

I could feel anger and frustration welling up inside me, mixing with the fear of being unjustly accused. The murmuring in the room grew louder, swirling around me like a vortex of suspicion and accusation. “Okay, let’s agree that you did not steal and you don’t have a phone. Here, use mine to make the call,” the manager said, extending his phone toward me. I accepted the phone with trembling hands, a sinking feeling settling in my gut. As soon as I held it, I knew I was trapped. I didn’t even have Joshua’s number; we had never needed to call each other before.

"Grandma…" She touched the tip of my nose and shook her head with a knowing grin. "You can't hide anything from me. Just tell me: What's really going on lately?" My voice dropped low, thick with a lump in my throat. "Grandma, I don't know why, but all my work somehow gets stolen. And worse, the person who takes it always turns it around and makes me look guilty. No matter what I think about, she ends up thinking the exact same thing. It's as if…"

“Fine, audit it! Who’s afraid of that? You think hiring a couple of crooked accountants will help you cover this up? “I’ll tell you what, I’ve already called people too! I’ve got a friend who works in auditing, and I know reporters. “Tomorrow we’re showing up at the front entrance of the company. You’re going to give that money back! If you don’t, we’ll livestream the whole thing and ruin your reputation!” After saying that, he turned and waved at the employees behind him. “Let’s go! We’re filing a complaint with the labor board. I refuse to believe there’s no justice in this world!” The group marched out of my office in a noisy crowd. The office fell silent in an instant, leaving only a mes

“I know that!” “Do you?” Blake shot back coldly. “Because Stephen’s barely holding himself together right now.” Guilt slammed into my chest so hard it physically hurt. I leaned against the wall again weakly. “I never meant for this to happen,” I whispered. Blake’s voice softened slightly. “Then help fix it.” “I can’t prove anything.” “Then tell them what you do know.” I squeezed my eyes shut because the truth was terrifying. “I think somebody stole the tape from my phone,” I admitted quietly.

That was how she became the company's finance director. At the beginning, she had clearly joined for my sake. How, then, had things ended up like this? Dylan was an intern she hired. Back then, she had even complained to me that he did not know how to do anything. Somewhere along the way, though, the two of them had crossed a line. Serena never mentioned Dylan's poor work performance again and started doing everything herself. He managed to get someone in finance to abuse company funds for his benefit. Thinking of this, I immediately pulled out my phone and called my mother.

"Didn't expect to see you walking around here with your head up." Joyce scoffed. "She actually has the nerve. After everything she's done." My throat tightened. "I didn't steal anything," I said quietly, keeping my voice steady. Joyce laughed loudly, instantly drawing attention. "Oh, please. Everyone knows you stole Emily's work. You even admitted to it in a video,” she mocked. I remembered the recording I had to do because of mum’s treatment and lost the will to argue. “And now this?" Her eyes swept over me from head to toe. "Working in PR like nothing happened?"

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

I had left the suite exactly the way I found it. I kept coming back in hopes of seeing him again, but it was all in vain. The last time I visited, Pamela and I were informed by the receptionist that the man we had been looking for had checked out a day before. I was disappointed,but I simply accept it for what it was. I was just meant to be a one-night stand, and that was all. Work resumed, and for a moment, everything seemed to be going well. Until suddenly, I was accused of stealing my colleague’s wallet.

Every single item had been swapped out for fakes. Bullying alone might have meant detention and compensation, maybe a few months at most. But this changed everything. The officer looked at me. “Do you wish to press charges?” “Absolutely.” I immediately provided more evidence, including surveillance footage from my closet. That was when the full picture came into focus. As early as a year ago, while I was away on business, Daniel had been bold enough to bring Sophia into my home. My closet had become their private hideaway. In the footage, Sophia lay against his chest, her voice soft.