The Intern (Book 1)

  Copyright 2016 Lexi Summers

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  The Intern (Book 1)

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  Chapter 1

  “You’re a complete…, complete…” I screamed and couldn’t come up with the word I wanted to describe my boyfriend as tears pricked at the corner of my eyes.

  “Oh don’t be so melodramatic, Melissa,” Jason replied. “It didn’t mean anything to me.”

  It was the comment that convinced me that the relationship with the man I was staring at was over.

  “You fucking slept with her,” I raged as my emotions got the better of me. “That means something to me you lying, cheating bastard.”

  “It’s not like we’re married or anything,” Jason muttered and shook his head. “And at least I could get my arms around her.”

  The callous comment was the final straw.

  “Fuck you,” I shouted and stormed out of his apartment.

  There was no stopping the tears now although that was as much to do with his cruel parting shot as it was to the fact we just broke up. He probably didn’t even think it was over and more than likely expected me to come crawling back to him when I calmed down. I’d had enough of his games though and knew for sure that wasn’t going to happen. The relationship was always volatile and stormy right from the start, but catching him out in a lie that proved his infidelity was too much for me to take. He could go and fuck the skinny bitch he cheated on me with as much as he wanted for all I cared.

  “Shit,” I cursed when I got out of the building to find it was pouring with rain.

  With no umbrella for protection, I was soaked by the time I eventually got to my student accommodation and Bella stared at me when I walked through the door of the room we shared.

  “Couldn’t you have just waited out the storm?” she asked.

  The water running down from my soaked hair covered the evidence of the tears that were still rolling down my cheeks.

  “No,” I replied. ‘”I split up with Jason and just wanted to get away from him, so I stormed out of his apartment into the rain and was soaked in seconds. My mind was all over the place, so I just kept walking.”

  “I’m sorry to hear about that,” Bella said sympathetically then changed her mind. “Well, no I’m not really. He was an immature prick. I’m surprised you needed so long to notice it.”

  I was unable to stop the sobs that suddenly came out.

  “Go and have a shower before you catch your death of cold,” Bella said firmly as she got to her feet. “I’ll buy a bottle of wine and you can tell me all about it.”

  I nodded my head and moved across to the door in the corner of the room to step in the small bathroom. Stripping off my wet clothes took away some of the chill of a bad evening and I tried to relax after switching on the hot water then getting under it. Jason’s nasty last comment kept running around in my head and I looked down at my naked body. I’d always been chubby since my early teens and never particularly worried about being a bigger girl. During my relationship with Jason, I tried to diet to please him because of his nagging about how it would be better if I was slimmer. In the end I liked my food too much and never lost any weight. Suddenly I was glad that was the case.

  “Fuck trying to be something I’m not just to please a man,” I let out under my breath.

  They could take me as they found me from now on and if they didn’t like my big, beautiful curves then they could take a running jump. I tilted my face up to let the jets of water pound down on it and the tears were stopped when I got out of the cubicle. I dried myself then secured the towel in place around my chest before leaving the bathroom to find something comfortable to wear. I was only just finished when Bella walked in through the door.

  “Feeling better?” she asked.

  “Yeah, a bit,” I replied.

  She walked to the small closet in the corner of the room and opened it to find a couple of big plastic tumblers. Opening the bottle, she poured the wine then came to sit beside me on the sofa.

  “Get that down you,” she said with a smile and handed over one of the tumblers before going on. “You’re better off without him.”

  I let out a long sigh.

  “Yeah,” I eventually replied. “The bastard cheated on me, which was bad enough. He was so blasé about it though, like it didn’t mean anything. Why is it boys will stick their cock in any wet hole they find?”

  Bella laughed at the crude language before answering.

  “When they get a hardon there’s no blood left in their head for their brain to function,” she joked. “They can’t help themselves and that goes double for an arrogant dick like Jason. If ever there is a guy that thinks he is God’s gift to the opposite sex, it’s him.”

  “He even insulted me about my size,” I said.

  “The stupid idiot has no class,” Bella commented before taking a drink. “You shouldn’t let what he says bother you. You’re far better off without him in your life.”

  “I’m off men altogether,” I told my friend.

  “Oh…, you shouldn’t let one useless waste of space put you off men for good,” Bella said and laughed. “They do have their uses.”

  I shook my head as I joined in the laughter. The wine and company was making me feel a little better after the trauma of earlier in the evening, but I meant what I said about staying away from guys. It was coming up towards the summer break and I set my mind to just concentrating on my studies then going home to my parent’s farm to enjoy a break away from the city.

  “Oh…,” Bella let out. “I bumped in to Professor Hamilton when I was out buying the wine. She asked if you could go and see her tomorrow after classes finish.”

  “Why does she want to see me?”

  Bella shrugged her shoulders.

  “She just asked me to pass on the message, but didn’t say what it was about. You just have to go to her room after your last class of the day.”

  My mind ticked over as to what Professor Hamilton wanted to see me about, but as the wine and chat flowed I put the meeting out of my mind.

  Chapter 2

  The next day, the meeting with Professor Hamilton was all I was thinking about and I couldn’t shake off the trepidation that crept over me as another day of lectures came to an end. I packed my books in my bag and set off for the meeting. My nervousness grew as I approached her room and I stopped outside her door to take some deep breaths before knocking.

  “Come in.”

  The sound of the shout prompted me to open the door and step inside Professor Hamilton’s office.

  “You got my message,” the older woman said with a smile.

  “Yes,” I replied. “Bella told me last night after meeting you.”

  “And did the wine go down well?” Professor Hamilton said with a smirk.

  “Oh…, yes, it did,” I answered slightly hesitantly.

  “Good,” she said. “Take a seat.”

  I moved across to sit on the chair opposite her and said nothing as I waited for her to go on. She opened the top drawer of her desk and brought out some papers before looking across at me.

  “What are your plans for the summer?”

  “I’m intending to go home to my parent’s farm,” I told her.

  “Would you be interested in giving up a few weeks of your va cation?” she went on.

  “To do what?”

  “Well, I have contacts with the media company Reed Commerce,” she told me. “They’re interested in hiring an intern this year for a four week summer placement.”

  My interest was piqued at the mention of Reed Commerce. The billionaire boss in charge, Conrad Reed, built it up from scratch to become one of the most successful and influential media companies around. As part of the business studies course I was doing, we’d looked at case studies of the biggest companies, as well as the men and women that ran them. That included Reed Commerce and it was certainly one of the companies I planned to apply to once I finished college. A chance to get a foot in the door was definitely something to consider.

  “Have you been asked to provide someone?” I asked.

  “I’ve been asked to put someone forward from this college,” Professor Hamilton replied. “You were the name that sprang to mind.”

  “Why?” I queried.

  “You’re in the top five percent of your class,” Professor Hamilton said. “And from what I’ve seen of you, I know you are diligent and hard working. I think you would make the perfect candidate although there’s no guarantee you’ll be accepted. The company will go through a screening process to find the person they want.”

  “What’s involved in that?”

  “If you’re interested in applying, you’ll need to tell me what is involved,” she said and laughed. “This is the first time of going through this for me too.”

  “I’m definitely interested,” I told her.

  “Great,” she said and slid the papers she got from the drawer in her desk across the table. “That’s the details I have about the internship. The number on the brochure will get you through to someone called Mrs. Samuels. She’ll give you the details of what you need to do. Her email address is also there if you need it.”

  “OK,” I said. “I’ll give her a call tomorrow morning and take it from there.”

  Professor Hamilton got to her feet to signal the end of the meeting and I followed suit. She came around the desk and walked across the room with me.

  “Let me know how you get on,” she said when she opened the door.

  “I will and thanks for giving me the opportunity.”

  The meeting ended as I walked away and I looked at my watch to see that it was just after four thirty in the afternoon. The impulse to make the call right away came over me and I decided just to do it. Walking to the refectory, I bought myself a coffee then went to sit at an empty table in the corner of the room. I realized my hands were shaking when I picked up the cup to take a sip and consciously tried to calm myself down.

  Getting the details Professor Hamilton gave me out of my bag, I looked through them first although it was basic information about Reed Commerce that I mostly knew already. I found the number and checked the name before taking my phone out to make the call.

  “Reed Commerce,” a pleasant voice said. “How can I help you?”

  “I’d like to speak to Mrs. Samuels please.”

  “Who shall I say is calling?” the receptionist went on.

  “It’s Melissa Braithwaite,” I answered.

  “Just hold the line please.”

  There was silence for a few seconds before I heard another voice.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi Mrs. Samuels,” I started. “My name is Melissa Braithwaite. Professor Hamilton at the local college gave me details of an internship with Reed Commerce and asked me to call about it.”

  “That was quick,” she replied. “We only discussed her putting forward someone yesterday.”

  “We just had a meeting about it and I decided to get in touch straight away to find out what was required.”

  “Well, Mr. Reed takes the internship seriously,” Mrs. Samuels replied. “That means he interviews the candidates himself.”

  “OK,” I replied. “When are the interviews?”

  “He generally asks the prospective candidates to visit his home to meet with him,” Mrs. Samuels went on. “I’ll need to speak with him to see when he is available. Do you have a number I can contact you on?”

  “Sure,” I replied and gave her my number.

  “Can you also send me a copy of your CV and a photo,” Mrs. Samuels went on.

  “Umm…, I don’t really have a CV,” I admitted.

  “Just produce something showing your school grades, what you’re studying at college and any other experience you think might be relevant,” she told me. “My email should be on the details you received from Professor Hamilton, so just send the CV you produce and a photo to me.”

  “OK, I’ll do that,” I agreed.

  “I’ll speak with Mr. Reed and get in touch with you once something has been arranged with regard to a meeting.”

  Her last comment signaled the end of the conversation and we said our goodbyes before hanging up. I finished my coffee and decided to just go ahead and prepare the details she wanted straight away. The college computer room wasn’t too busy and I easily managed to get a machine and sat typing for around thirty minutes to produce what I thought was a reasonably professional looking CV. I printed it off and gave it a read through.

  There were a couple of errors that I noted, so I made the changes then opened a browser page to log in to the website where I stored my photos. I found the one that I thought showed me in my best light then logged in to my email account. Five minutes later I’d composed a message and attached the CV and photo to it. I gave it one last read through then clicked the button to send. It was all I could do for the moment, so I put the possibility of the internship out of my head and went to my dorm room.

  There was no sign of Bella, so I just dropped on the sofa and switched on the television. I flicked through the channels to find something to watch and eventually settled on a movie. Forty five minutes after starting to watch it, I was disturbed by the ringing of my phone and got it out my pocket. The racing of my pulse began the second I saw the number was the one I called that afternoon and I was quick to make the connection.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi Melissa,” the voice on the other end of the line said. “It’s Mrs. Samuels from Reed Commerce. Thanks for getting your details to me so quickly.”

  “No problem,” I responded.

  “I passed them on to Mr. Reed and called him,” she went on. “Would you be available to meet him tonight?”

  “Tonight?” I let out in a surprised voice and sprang to my feet.

  “Yes,” Mrs. Samuels said. “He’ll be at home in the evening for the next two nights, but then is away for a couple of weeks. He was keen to meet you before leaving.”

  “Yeah, sure, I’m free tonight,” I let out.

  “Great, I’ll let him know,” the older woman went on. “The meeting is at eight o’clock.”

  “What’s the address?”

  “Do you have a pen and paper handy?” Mrs. Samuels asked.

  I was quick to find them and wrote down the address I was given. My pulse was racing faster when I hung up and stared at the piece of paper in my hand. Things were moving a lot quicker than I anticipated and from sitting in Professor Hamilton’s office only a couple of hours before, I was now about to get ready to go and meet with one of the most successful and richest men in the city.

  “Shit,” I let out. “What the hell will I wear?”

  A glance at my watch showed it was now after six and I was quick to go to my wardrobe and start flicking through the hangers. My usual student outfit of jeans and t-shirt wasn’t going to cut it for an interview, but there weren’t many alternatives. I was putting on the one smart, black dress that I owned when Bella came in the room.

  “I thought you were off men,” she commented straight away.

  “Huh?” I queried when I didn’t understand her.

  “You look like you’re getting dressed up for a date,” Bella went on.

 

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