The Intern Novels & Stories

He would agree to anything if it meant he could leave the CEO’s intimidating presence. “I take it that you’re an intern- you look very young and I don’t recognise you,” Darien continued. “Which department?” “Erotica,” the younger man said quietly. Darien seemed to relax when he heard that. “Ah, I have heard about you. The latest in the line to not realise that their fate is to read a lot of badly written smut for a year?” That was certainly one way to describe the internship. Was it really this infamous?

My hands were completely full with a massive stack of files, so I dropped a quick message in the team group chat: [Anyone down to pick up lunch for me? I’ll cover a coffee for your trouble.] Brandon Cole, the brand-new intern, saw it and immediately chimed in to offer a hand. When he handed me the takeout container, he casually let out a heavy sigh and looked down at his phone. "Man, I was just scrolling Instagram and saw Starbucks came out with this new iced strawberry lemonade. It’s like six bucks, but I’ve never tried it." My finger froze over the ordering app on my screen. My entire lunch, including the delivery fee, was about eleven dollars. Still, looking at the eager, expectant p

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

Alex said as he stepped inside the office and shut the door behind him. To ease the load on the launch of our latest digital series, we'd brought on a few interns, and Alex Miller was one of them. He was twenty-five, a grad student intern we’d hired two weeks ago. Tall, lean but broad-shouldered, with sleeves rolled up to reveal arms ripped with muscle, and an easy grin that made the junior designers blush. “I have the final mockups for the series, Ms. Vasquez,” he said. His voice was a deep, smooth drawl that sent a traitorous shiver straight to my core.

When the new intern, Felix Madden, hears that I'm going back to my hometown for the Thanksgiving weekend and won't be home in my fully paid-off luxury lakeview apartment, he goes out of his way to cozy up to me. "Come on, Carl. Your place is going to be empty anyway. Why not let my parents stay there for a few days during the holiday? It'll save them the cost of paying for a hotel," Felix says. Worried that my belongings might be tampered with, I politely turn him down. His expression darkens slightly, and he mutters under his breath, "Fine. If you won't lend it to me, I'll find my own way." I don't think much of it at the time. Then, on the first day of the holiday, the property manage

I was about to hang up when, suddenly, from the other end of the line, I heard the intern Caleb Foster's voice. "Alexia, the fireworks show is about to start. Don't keep working." Alexia's voice turned soft as she responded to him, "Okay." Then she snarled at me impatiently, "How many times do I have to explain this to you? Caleb is a high-end talent I spent a lot to recruit. Taking him to dinner, helping him complete a game punishment, having his back—I'm just trying to strengthen his sense of belonging to the company. "You're my husband. You should think like me and put the company's interests first. How can you throw a tantrum every day and hold me back?

“No. Someone’s claiming the credit card you gave me is dirty money and calling me a corporate bloodsucker who embezzles company funds.” The other side went silent for three seconds before sending a voice message. Her tone was calm, carrying the quiet authority of someone used to being obeyed. “I’ll be there at nine tomorrow morning.” If Julian put even half the energy he showed today into his actual work, his internship evaluation wouldn’t be full of C’s. That night, I opened the forum and saw his latest posts. And there wasn’t just one; there were ten in a row. Each title was more sensational than the last, packed with the kind of buzzwords that went viral online:

[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?]

Lia continued, her voice filled with vengeful glee, “from now on, all of your expense reports and off-site activities must be approved and signed by me, the new director. After all, the company needs someone to supervise your actions.” The new director? I almost laughed out loud. Promoting an intern with a few months of experience to a director-level position… Claude was really pulling out all the stops to replace me. “Fine.” I picked up a pen and signed my name at the bottom of the bill. “Done.” Lia was clearly surprised by my compliance. She paused for a second, then snatched the document with a smirk. “Good. It seems you know what’s good for you.” She scanned my office, her eyes lingering

Isabella Green grunted, feeling anxious. She cursed the traffic a million times, for getting clumped up on a day like this. She glanced at her wristwatch and sighed restlessly. She's going to be late on her first day as an intern Nurse. Eventually, the taxi pulled up in front of the city hospital and she pulled out a rumpled dollar note and gave it to the driver and hurriedly dashed into the hospital. She was late already and this was supposed to be her first day as an intern student. She walked briskly into the reception and presented her letter for resumption.