The new intern is a mogul Novels & Stories

“But I’ll drop it for now. Just make sure you two keep your relationship private. I don’t need to deal with an HR uproar over an intern sleeping with her mentor.” “We will keep it professional in the office. And oh fuck. I need to go rescue Persephone.” I groaned as I noticed Mila. “Pull everything you can about the new intern named Mila. I don’t like her and don’t trust her. She’s an HR problem waiting to happen, and if she touches me again, Persephone might kill her.” I added, not waiting for Shikoba’s reply before hurrying over to intervene before blood was shed.

At least, the crumpled stack of notes shoved inside the inner pockets of my coat were a reward for practically doing nothing. It made me wonder who the mysterious man was: a complete stranger who had paid me twenty grand just to listen to me whine about my life. “Hello? Unbelievable,” she scoffed and snorted terribly. “This is why I kick against hiring young interns who persistently bitch about one problem or the other—” “Ma'am, my mother is in the hospital—”

49. AVETHANDWA SISULU Today was Mr Mabaso's birthday. He was throwing one of the biggest parties like he usually does every year, and interns were not invited. Next week, they'll be announcing the two interns who will bag permanent contracts as they take in another batch of third years. The first thing that woke me up was Mihla's call, and I wondered why I hadn't blocked her, but she's just a kid, and I acted like I was her stepmother. Never ever date a man with a kid. Even my dad shouldn't date, I'm too young to be introduced to different women.

I laughed. Morgan sighed. “Sadly it won’t be very long. As part of my side of the deal, there are a couple things I need to take care of.” “What? Now you’re their lap dog?” I looked at Morgan, worried. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing blue scroll related. Just some under the rug stuff they need.” Max put his drink down. “Why would they need you though? They have the resources.” “It’s a new drug. Apparently it’s called Nova? Supposedly, it makes your eyes look like a galaxy if you take it.”

But both brothers communicate well with each other, so I guess it is really the twin's thing? Daniel is the clown in my class. He helps to brighten up people's days especially mine, on my first day of school when I was shy and introverted. One time, he literally glued Mr. Potter's chair and Mr. Potter was stuck with the chair for the entire class. When he found out that Daniel was the culprit behind it, he gave Daniel detention for one month.

Mpumi had just told Vincent about her great news. She got an internship from Mr. Carlson—the man who helped her and Dion pay for their grocery. “Wow. That is…Mpumi, that is great!” Vincent was excited for her. “Yeah! He is the acting CEO of Metallic Wholesalers. He said something about the previous acting CEO gone missing. But hey, thank God he’s the new CEO, right? Else I wouldn’t have gotten the internship. He is the sweetest rich person I have ever known!”

It would feel like some weird transactional aftermath, like I was cashing in for a favor when what I should be doing is pretend none of it happened… or at least keep it locked away in the part of my brain I didn’t go snooping in during daylight. “I just… I’d feel like I owe him or something,” I muttered, trying to keep my voice casual while she tilted her head, watching me closely now. “Okay, fine,” she said slowly. “Let’s flip it then. How about you get paid?” “What?” I blinked. “After you came in here, my dad mentioned they just brought in a new batch of interns at the office and apparently, they’re paying them really well too. Like, stupid money for entry-level.” She revealed and my eyes

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

Melinda's confidence swelled—she had indeed earned her place at Wolfe through hard work. The interviewer clarified, "We do have an internship position, but not as Deputy General Manager." "Not Deputy General Manager?" Melinda frowned. She had anticipated challenges but pressed on, "My minimum requirement is a team leader role in the Finance Department or Accounting Department..." "No, no, no, you've misunderstood," the interviewer interjected. "While we value applicants from Wolfe, our internship standards are rigorous. Our new interns typically return from overseas studies with master's degrees and numerous awards. May I ask if you've received any awards, domestic or international?"

June As I watch Mr. Grande talk to the department heads in his now deep, annoyingly smooth voice, I force myself to focus on the slides, not him. And now I’m regretting fixing my earlier typos. I should’ve left them in to mess with him. But my anger is still burning, replaying his words over and over in my head: "Besides, what would an intern wear to a gala like that?" I thought he was just a snobby boss, but it turns out, he’s a proud, arrogant, double-dipped snobby boss who looks down on anyone not on his level.