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

He asked in a strained voice but I shook my head. "I only dropped the file and cleared the trash from the top of your table" "Did I fucking ask you" he snapped at me but I couldn't respond. He didn't ask me but I saw how terrible it was as she decided to help him clear it. Was that a bad thing? "I don't think she's being honest. She has sticky fingers. She must have taken it" Diedre accused me. "I didn't take anything" I defended myself. "I only came in with a file but I didn't leave with anything. You saw me" I turned to the guard who avoided my gaze.

One minute I was working, the next I was being accused of theft and fired without any evidence. As I walked away from the shop, I felt tears streaming down my face. I had loved my job and had been so happy to be a part of the team. Now, it was all being taken away from me. I pulled out my phone and dialed Max's number, needing to talk to someone. "Hey, it's me," I sobbed. "I just got fired." Max's voice was calm and reassuring. "What happened? Tell me everything." I explained the whole situation, from the missing coffee beans to Mr. Jenkins' accusations. Max listened attentively, his anger growing with each passing moment.

“Your new coworkers here have leveled some heavy accusations against you.” Cynthia already knew about my identity. Everyone did. “What kind of accusations?” I asked. “I saw you stealing,” Annette said with a sneer. “So bold. You were taking office supplies and putting them right in your purse.” “I didn’t,” I said quickly. “I saw it too,” said another werewolf, and then all of the rest, one after another. “That is many witnesses,” Cynthia said. “There’s no proof,” I replied. “If you check the cameras, you’ll see that…”

I snapped, stalking toward her. She froze. “What?” “You’ve been in my room,” I accused, pointing a finger in her face. Her smile faltered. “What are you talking about?” “Don’t play innocent with me.” My voice dripped venom. “You touched my things.” “I didn’t.” Her voice was soft but steady. “Why would I?” I stepped closer, grabbing her by the collar before she could step back. “Where are they? The things you stole?” Her eyes widened, lips parting slightly. “I didn’t take anything.”

“I didn’t call it theft, not at the time. I convinced myself I was learning. That maybe the payoff would be exposure. Or freedom. I don’t even know what I thought anymore. I was just trying to make rent.” He fell silent for a moment, then ran both hands through his hair and kept going. “I watched him berate interns until they quit midseason. I saw him steal sketches off desks and say they were always his. I knew about the photographers he bullied and the stylists he manipulated. And I said nothing. I told myself I had to stay close to survive.” Julian leaned forward now, resting his elbows on his knees.

But when I would rightfully stand up for myself, and with sensible reasoning, I would get sent to the head office and receive a warning to be kicked out. In fact, there was a time I almost got permanently suspended for taking back my assignment I spent weeks working on, that Emily stole from me, because she didn’t do hers. I was accused of being a thief and scored zero marks on the assignment. I was ignored. Just like right now.

[Secondly, you used a pair of ripped stockings to spread rumors online, falsely accusing me of sleeping with a client. You incited a mob to doxx me. I’ve already filed a police report, and my lawyers are currently collecting evidence.] Seeing me push back so fiercely, several people in the group spoke up in my defense. [VICs have assigned sales associates. How is that “stealing” a sale? I can’t even!] [Some interns these days act too entitled! I pulled your sales history. Two months in, and you haven’t even hit five hundred thousand dollars. What exactly are you barking about?]

The tears that had been threatening finally spilled over, blurring everything. George couldn’t have done it. He wouldn’t. He was the kind of man who kept every receipt. Who apologized to waiters if he forgot to tip enough. Who turned down job offers if they sounded too shady. He was the one who fixed almost everything — our bills, our leaks, my panic attacks. He was good. And now he was sitting somewhere under harsh white lights, accused of stealing two million dollars he’d never even seen. “Miss, are you okay?” the driver asked from the front seat, but I couldn’t answer. My body wouldn’t respond.

Parents of other interns also found their way to the company, wailing and causing a scene at the front desk. They cursed me, saying I was inhuman. How could I bully a group of young kids? I could not help but laugh. Being young was something we all had experienced. Through the thick glass door, I said only one sentence. “You can’t teach someone everything, but they’ll learn instantly through experience. Learn from this incident.” The doors closed, sealing Lilith’s imprisonment as a done deal. Just when I thought it was all over, a phone call shattered the calm. “Lucian, right? Name your price.

I, too, was stunned as I stared at her, memories coming back to me in fragments. Long ago, when we had depended on each other, someone once falsely accused me of stealing in a grocery store. Lucy had pulled the person away and cleared my name. I’d forgotten how it ended—the years had blurred the details—but it was one of the few times she had trusted me. Now, once again, she systematically laid out the evidence. Zack struggled, tried to argue, and was promptly taken away by the police and shoved into a car. Hugh and I also gave brief statements.