The new intern is a mogul Novels & Stories

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

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I squeezed my thighs together hard, trying not to moan out loud. Daniel Green. Son of the billionaire who owns Green Corporate, one of New York’s top marketing firms. Fresh out of college, and everyone knew he was about to take over from his dad. I was damn lucky to score this internship, and usually I killed it. Focused. Professional. But then there’s always a guy who ruins everything. And yeah, women will straight-up die for dick. I am guilty for that.

Hastags: #coolestfabricever, #hothouseflowerforthewin, #insidepeekatnewline, #youknowyouwantit I stared at it, a lump forming in my throat. I recognized the young woman instantly. She was one of our new interns.

“Seriously though, do me a favor and forget everything I said before you showed up. Especially the part about his mother.” “No promises,” he said smoothly, stepping ahead to hold the mailroom door open for me. He leaned casually against the doorframe, looking me over with that intense, assessing gaze that only senior partners have. He’d only been here for a day, but the way he carried himself, like he owned the place, made me feel small, exposed, under a magnifying glass. "So," he said, his tone lighter than I felt, but his eyes still narrowed just enough to make my skin crawl. "Why’re you doing intern work? You’re the executive assistant to one of the most powerful people in this company. T

Forty-eight hours of silence stretched like barbed wire between us. At lunch on the third day, I sat at a high-top table in the lounge, picking through a protein bar and pretending to read donor analytics. A new intern slid into the seat beside me with a boldness only the oblivious could muster. All teeth and too much cologne. “You always eat alone?” he asked, grinning like he already knew the answer. I didn’t bother hiding my sigh. “Depends on the company.” He laughed, like I’d complimented him. “I’m Emmett. Finance. Here for all your spreadsheet needs.”

"You survived the midterm. But Aris is right. The Vanguard Internship is a different beast entirely. You can't outwork a legacy when the real money gets involved." I slung my heavy canvas bag over my shoulder, stepping around the table until I was standing toe-to-toe with him. "Julian," I said, my voice dropping to a quiet, absolute certainty. "I am going to win the Vanguard Internship. And I'm going to do it not because I have money, but because you rely on it too much. You're soft. And this city doesn't belong to the soft." I walked past him, leaving him standing silently in the aisle.

"She won't be coming. Switch it to a singlehood celebration theme instead." Ignoring the makeup artist's sympathetic gaze, I looked down at my phone, still buzzing with notifications. The intern, Shawn Peterson, had tagged everyone in the company group chat: [The video I posted earlier was just a joke, please don't misunderstand!] That wasn't an explanation—it was a boast. I sneered. Right after, Lisa chimed in: [No need to explain, Shawn. Everyone can see you were joking. Only narrow-minded people would take it the wrong way.] With the boss leading the way, colleagues rushed to show loyalty.

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

Saanvi needs this job so she started working. Saanvi doesn't understand a few points so she asked Nishi. Nishi said, "Don't you even know about this?" Nishi not only insulted Saanvi but also she said to everyone "Guys see this, she doesn't know this small thing I don't know how she got an intern in our company"