The Billionaire's Intern

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voice. It was Fred,

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for the perfect time. I woul

deep breath and ask her out. It w

the pep talk

he shower. A promotional exam had happened for the inte

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r rather than later, Fred's words

eep breath and

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email, I had seen the notification pop up a

the quiet atmosphere. Questioning stares were sent towards my corner, so I u

na, an intern, muttered

ssuring me that it was going to turn out well. Getting up casually, I made my way towards the restroom and there I let it

eemed I had gotten on his good side, even though he appeared to not care a

there! an

and it was something I had a

estroom, a brunette hair hitting my fa

ttitude oozing from her and the smile

llo

ger and I knew she wasn

t, I didn't know

felt small under her gaze. Sandra was the talk of the company, her c

bumping my shoulder

ides, I had already passed the exam, a

during the normal work hours, we did during the break. My table was filled with interns

was met with surprised stares. Then it clicked in me

d wonders for her cause, she was raking in thousands of followers every day on her so

thers couldn't get it, and it was a different case altogether when that thing was a promotion. I fel

he next person said the same words and so did all of them at the table. This was going to be a huge cha

h.

Stan said in unison. Shocked was

don't think tha

bottom of my heart Charlo

ow sweet their intentions were, this didn't sit

o we get to

ay ni

ows flinched as she took a bite of her lips. Stan, there-haired like we fondly called him, just stared at me in amazement, but

a promotion or something?

though I had seen this

even been stuck that way almost all through college, e

class, the confidence exuding him made me shake and so did his aura, it had people scampering away bu

hat felt like hours, with him carrying the conversation. I had felt horrible after that, he had seem

st in time. A second too late, and I would have had the

elief. Anna helped me get up. I thanked her and picked u

this place just felt the most comfortable to me, it was out of pry

f being promoted sunk further into me. I was going to be

o stare at, even w

*

I went through my Facebook. Just then I noticed something, a notification had come through ho

through. I had even asked a colleague under the disguise that Sir Richard was too rich, but even with the name she had given me, it didn't pull up

nt. He attended college in Oxford, had gone to high school overseas,

was a hard thing to do. In some of the photos, he was in a plane with a group of girls, in other ones, he was either at

to him. There were times I would catch him looking my way, I had tried convincing myself that it was all in my head, but

ictures of him and a group of friends with, of course

his pictures. It got me thinking maybe that was his girlfriend or probably a fling. I scoured through more photos, looking

, and it happened to be that he was Ghanaian. Interesting! There were comments on his page from the girl, all were loved up an

was also a mutual with the supposed ex, Jane Norman. I replaced her last name with Richard's,

erything and it only saddened me further, when I pictured them together having sex. I stopped, taking a deep breath, I tried to once again

other girls before Jane, and I didn't want to keep breaki

just finished seeing on Netflix. Picking my phone, I went through my Facebook once again