Part 3The Chairman’s Daughter Intern

"That Harper girl is such a bitch. Complaining about me being team lead this morning, and then totally disrespecting me in front of everyone."

"She did that?"

The supervisor had Tessa pinned against the concrete wall in the shadowy corner of the landing, his hands roaming dangerously low on her waist.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I promise you, Harper won't last till the end of this internship."

What followed was a symphony of breathy, explicit noises echoing off the cinderblock walls.

My stomach churned in disgust, but at the same time, I almost wanted to laugh.

I couldn't wait to see exactly how they planned to get rid of me.

Sure enough, the very next morning, I was summoned to the supervisor's office.

"Where are the digitized files I asked for yesterday? If you can't even handle the most basic data entry, there is absolutely no reason for you to stick around."

I had expected some sort of corporate mastermind move.

Instead, I got this lazy garbage.

I stared him down, my expression freezing over. "Did Tessa come crying to you?"

"She gave an objective report on your performance, and I am handling this impartially."

Impartially. What an absolute joke.

"Those files are case studies from fifteen years ago. They’ve been fully archived on the company’s internal server for a decade. A simple search pulls them up instantly. Digitizing them again is a massive waste of company time."

I leaned forward, resting my hands on his desk. "Tell me, have you ever actually logged into our own intranet?"

"I... of course I have!"

Clearly not expecting me to have done my homework, his face mottled an embarrassing shade of purple. "I was simply testing your work ethic!"

He was desperately trying to save face, and it was pathetic.

I didn't push it further. I still wanted to spend this internship doing real work and proving my worth on paper.

The supervisor cleared his throat aggressively. "I also heard you were causing drama in the bullpen yesterday."

"I know you resent my decisions, but in the real corporate world, things don't always go your way. You are young, Harper. You have a lot to learn about respect."

If I hadn't literally caught him swallowing Tessa’s face in a stairwell, I might have actually believed his pseudo-mentor act.