The Intern Novels & Stories

No intern has ever been bold enough to look at me during orientations, let alone ask me a question. My eyes found the intern rather quickly; a young woman and just like every other person I have come across in the past year, she didn’t interest me. Not until she faced me squarely, quirked her lips up into an unsettling smile, opened her mouth without permission and asked; “Are you married?”

I didn’t expect them to make room for me. “Hey, you’re Audrey, right?” I looked up from my chicken caesar salad to see another intern standing by my table with a curious expression on her face. She was tall and lithe, with perfectly manicured nails and an expensive-looking watch on her wrist. “Yeah, that’s me,” I replied cautiously, dabbing at my mouth with my napkin. She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Is it true what they’re saying? That you got this internship by sleeping with Mr. Brooks? What was it like?”

“You’re hurt. What happened to your face?” I was suddenly overwhelmed with awareness, and quickly, I ripped myself from him, putting space between us, and I noticed he was wearing a doctor’s coat. I frowned, staring at him, and noticed he didn't look that old to be a doctor, or I could have judged him wrong. I looked closely at the ID on his coat, finding the name ‘Intern Arryn Gauthier.’ Oh. He was just an intern.

She took a deep breath and clicked on his contact, before sending him a message. [Mr. Lucas, have you returned home for the winter holidays? I'm guessing that you haven't. I don't know if I'm right, but no matter what, I want you to be happy. I started an internship during this holiday. I'm an intern broadcaster now, and I am working at a television station. I used to dream about having a proper job and I didn't expect my dream to come true so soon. It feels surreal, almost. Let me show you a photo I took of myself in the studio!]

VINCENT After returning from New York, I was immersed in work, both pack affairs and office work. Bronte had helped a lot, but I still had a lot to do. "We have a new intern," Bronte says, giving me a file. Speaking of interns, I looked at Riley's table, which was empty, she had not come to work yet and that was unlike her. "His name is Antonio Rodriguez" "Another intern," I said to myself looking at his file.

I didn't mean for it to come out harsh, I shrugged, anyway I need to know. He froze for a moment, I'm using him because it's a guy. A young man didn't over twenty-one, “I… I'm an intern.” He gulped. “My name is Abel Morris.” “Oh, welcome onboard.” I flash him a smile to ease the tension in him. I saw him visibly relax, I took my seat and turn on my laptop. “And you were placed to work directly under me because?” I mean, he's an intern student which should be place where the practical work is.

Despite being in her twenties, Anna has never dated anyone and is waiting for the right man to come along, someone who can understand and connect with her. Anna is currently in the midst of her internship semester and has proven herself to be a talented and dedicated student. She excels in her exams and is on track to become a nurse soon. She has chosen to intern at a renowned hospital known for its charitable work in the community, as this aligns with her own values and aspirations.

He clicks his tongue and gets to work as he takes a file from a pack of files and slips it out. He opens it between his long, veiny hands. There’s a silver ring on one finger. Plain and unreadable just like him. “Kaia Merrick,” he reads aloud like it tastes off. “Top of your class. Internship at… Memorial. No prior job experience.” I fight the urge to shrink. “Yes, sir. I, uh, had to put things on pause after the internship… family stuff. But I’ve kept my license active. Took every online recertification I could. I’m ready.”

The timestamp read 02:13:47. Three young doctors in scrubs sat on the floor against the wall. One was asleep with their arms around their knees. Another had their head tipped back against the wall. The account that posted it was called [RainDoesntWant2Work]. Her bio said she was an intern at our hospital. Her post read:

Today was my first day at work as an intern in my husband Evan Grant’s company. I stood by the front desk, about to head over to the HR department to check in, when a woman in a high-end designer suit barged in, slamming a Marriage Certificate onto the counter. “A new intern? No wonder you’re so clueless!” “Holding that document so high, are you trying to hide your face or just in my way? Put it down! Stand properly with your hands at your sides!”