The new intern is a mogul Novels & Stories

My boyfriend, Howard Schultz, poured all his time and energy into that troublesome new intern of his, Crystal Jennings. Even when I nearly died in a car accident, he spent the night coaching her and whisked her away on a business trip. When I gave him a final birthday surprise, he lost it. … My parents were over the moon when I agreed to the arranged marriage they'd been pushing for. They instantly transferred another 200,000 dollars into my account. "Celine, you've finally come to your senses. Howard is poor and has no future. He's been running that company for five years and it still hasn't gone public. He can't give you a good life."

I muttered, not sure why I even spoke. He tilted his head. “She’s everything.” I didn’t know what that meant. Then he stood up and walked around his desk, stopping just in front of me. I could smell his cologne—woodsy, smoky, dominant. “This internship is intense. Long hours. High pressure. I demand obedience. Absolute discretion.” I nodded, swallowing. He leaned down, whispering near my ear. “Can you handle that, Miss Monroe?” My knees nearly buckled. “Yes. I can.”

Something on her caught my attention, the office tag around her neck. 'Is she an employee here too?' I wondered, but that was nothing to wonder long about. The writings on the tag were the same as those around Ben's neck. The only difference was that her tag was white, and Ben's own was brown. That could only mean one thing —she was an intern in the company— but how could I have overlooked her all this time? I decided to act mature like the bitch I want to become, I decided to ignore them. I raised my shoulders in pride and took steps closer to them and walked by like I did not see them, but son of destruction would surely be destroyed no matter the number of warnings., and Ben was one.

"Does she say if she has a twin sister?" "We're still checking for all those. It's kinda hard to find all this data, you know. We're doing our best." Abel complained, clearly oblivious to the tension in this room. "However, there is something that the newest intern had brought to the table that had skipped my mind and it worked. I'm definitely keeping here after that." Morris and I exchanged glances. "I didn't even know you are giving internship programs?" I asked. "Yeah, well, now you know."

It was a pristine suit too. Two of the new interns couldn’t help but snicker to each other when he joined them in the elevator. It was a dreaded ride, around two Nineteen year olds with nothing better to do with their time—they wouldn’t lose if he fired them on the spot. The old him would’ve fired them on the spot. The elevator door opened to the top floor and Belinda shot up to her feet, “Good morning Mr— “Keep the pleasantries,” he cut her off abruptly, holding a hand up, “I need a new suit.”

Those around were all looking at the young man, while Patrick, too, adopted a fawning smile as he prepared to step forward. That young man scratched his head sheepishly, looking thoroughly confused. He handed over the paper to Moira and asked, "Who is this Mr. Lingard you're talking about? I'm not that person. I'm the new intern—this is my onboarding notice." Moira's smile instantly stiffened upon realizing the paper was indeed an onboarding notice. Patrick leaned in to take a look, and his temper instantly flared. "Who the hell just said that Mr. Lingard's car just pulled up? How dare you toy with me!"

The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, giving us a view of the sprawling city below. I found a seat near the end and sat on it, clutching my folder like it might anchor me. The other candidates whispered to each other, exchanging credentials like trading cards. “I interned at Fairchild Group.” the ugly looking one said. Inside I thought "you interned at Fairchild group and so what, with this your ugly face." A male in his 20s said. “My MBA was from Harvard.” inside I was angry as if they were the reason I couldn't boast.

Panic surged through me as I fumbled for my phone and called Jeremy for help. I called over a dozen times. He did not pick up once. He used to answer instantly every time. Confused, I was about to call again when I saw Molly’s post. No wonder he had not answered. He was with her at a prenatal checkup! Molly was someone Jeremy had hired as an exception. He claimed he had developed a strange illness, an almost obsessive physical dependency on her. He said she was his cure. Every month, he would disappear for ten days to go to her for “treatment.”

POV: Catriona I didn’t take this internship to be noticed. I took it because law school isn’t cheap. Tuition doesn’t care about pride. Or sleep. Or how many hours you spend pretending you’re not intimidated by a man who built an empire before he turned thirty-five. My name is Catriona Agreste. Future attorney. Current intern. Every late night filing contracts at Reid Capital is another brick toward the courtroom I intend to dominate. Every stapled page, every highlighted clause, every sleepless dawn spent hunched over corporate agreements is a sacrifice I’ve already accepted.

I was so caught up in my reminiscing that I forgot where I was and why I was here. ”Ms. Snow?” I heard a dark low voice say. Jerking me back to reality. ”Yes?” I felt my cheeks heat up as the memories played on repeat in my mind. ”Why should I pick you over the three hundred others who want the same spot?” He asked me. I remember the others in the waiting room. They were giggling and chattering about how handsome the boss was and how there will be more than one good thing about getting this internship. I just thought they were talking about his younger brother, David, who was the intended heir of the company. It is not only a company that the Carlsons own. They are the biggest, most powerful