The Intern Novels & Stories

I explained, "so here I kneel. In nine hours, if I can still walk, I'm going home and taking a long, hot bath." "You are just going to stay there for nine hours?" another woman groused. "I'm an intern. An order is an order and it isn't like she's forgotten where she left me." "Our male intern isn't nearly this nice," a third lady commented. "We call him the Chinchilla. When he isn't acting as if he's somehow valuable, he scurries about like a rodent." That would be Brian I was willing to bet. The women in the elevator were suddenly self-conscious they'd talked that way around another male intern.

Horny intern 1 My name was Mia, and I was twenty-one when I started my internship at Blackwood Corp. I had always been the shy type, the girl who hid behind books and avoided parties. Still a virgin, I focused on my business degree, hoping it would lead to something big. Landing this spot at one of the top firms in the city felt like a dream. But the real pull was the CEO, Mr. Voss. He was in his late thirties, tall and built like he spent hours in the gym. His suits hid tattoos that peeked out at his collar sometimes, and his dark eyes made my stomach flip every time he walked by. I crushed on him hard from day one, stealing glances during meetings.

I admit it, I’m jealous. While working, I couldn’t help but think of Nick and Andrea. So many possible scenes kept playing in my mind. I decided to step out of my office to clear my head. Suddenly, an intern came up to me. He was cute and handsome. I noticed a lot of people looking at him while he talked to me. I smiled. “Ma’am, I just had a question about this,.. a financial report for one of the projects,” he said as he showed me his tablet.

“What kind of first date did you go on where you were ordering nachos?” “A Cubs game. He has really good seats too. I might have been able to let the fork thing go, but then he put ketchup on a hot dog.” “Chicago has changed you. What about your new intern?” “Mom, he’s my intern.” She opens the cabinet and takes out her own wine glass. “So he’s not good enough for you because he’s an intern?” “He’s a lot younger than me because he’s my intern.” “A younger man isn’t a bad thing, you know. Men typically die first. This could be your insurance you don’t end up a widow.”

He nodded with a small bow, then he got up and walked out of the room. “I’ll excuse you too,” Katrina said as she got up also and walked out. “May you don’t have to do this,” Grayson said as he stood up and walked towards me. I equally got up from where I was seated and turned to him. “I have to. It’s my job and I have to be as professional as possible.” “I’m an intern, remember. And this is my dream. I cannot lose this opportunity” I said. He slowly raised his hands and placed it on my shoulders and I in turn stepped closer to him.

“Assistant? I’m your assistant not him,” “I think you have grown past that stage, Mason, he’s a new intern , he attended my school… I’m sorry I didn’t inform you beforehand. I just need someone that I can have around me at all times and you…” she paused as if my presence was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. “I don’t think you can be that person to me.”

Apparently he was the deep-sea specialist here. He was a stern-looking man in his forties who was completely bald. But when Leticia brought them over to him he was all smiles. “These are this year’s recruits, I take it?” “Yes. You’ll be supervising Emilio Cruz, Lily Bennett, Kacie Callahan, and AJ Bowman.” She pointed to each intern as she said their names. “Good luck with your projects, everyone!” Dr. Manheim surveyed their little group with interest once she left to show the next group of interns where to go. “Alright then. Tell me one interesting fact about yourselves and what you plan on studying. You can start.”

Fuck. "Tyler Preston. A twenty two year old intern at your firm. He was recently accepted into the highly coveted position. Surely you must have heard of him." The detective says. Still annoyingly cordial, almost friendly, like Linc was an old friend and they are sharing a drink. Hernandez didn't even bother to give them water or maybe they didn't ask.

Daniel looked at Sean before saying, "Our company is overly packed right now and you're in your second semester of junior year. You'll begin your internship during your senior year, so I would like to ask you if you'd like to start your internship this semester." "Me? Intern? But where?" Stanley was stunned.

“What kind of first date did you go on where you were ordering nachos?” “A Cubs game. He has really good seats too. I might have been able to let the fork thing go, but then he put ketchup on a hot dog.” “Chicago has changed you. What about your new intern?” “Mom, he’s my intern.” She opens the cabinet and takes out her own wine glass. “So he’s not good enough for you because he’s an intern?” “He’s a lot younger than me because he’s my intern.” “A younger man isn’t a bad thing, you know. Men typically die first. This could be your insurance