The Billionaire's Intern

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people, and Charlotte just happened to be a victim today but she was

ting Sandra before she turned what was going to b

away, but was failing at it at the same time. She bit the insides of her lip now and then, something I figured she

r face away. If I was doubting that she was nervous, I was certain now. I had

r her presentation. I sat silently all through, watching as she fought them off. She tried to maint

know this already, don't you?" I asked Fred and he nodded in agreement. If he

weat had formed on her head, and those knuckles had turned white. I could sense

I had diverted their attention away from the project I hadn't been able to complete. They had wanted to talk about it to

time later this year, and we had hoped it would

the day began. It had been hard keeping my eyes off her. She was elegant in every way, from her voice to

uddenly spoke, behind me

e to the elevator and she knew I was going to take it. I pleaded inwardly for her to stop, I

a beat, at the sound of my name escaping th

like to t

slid open. Charlotte had stopped a few steps behind m

ose remaining seconds of the doors closing, I stared at her trying to capture the tiniest details on her face.

o speak and that was it, the doors closed

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n intern. Although I had graduated high school at the top of my class, and had gotten accepted at both Stanford and MIT but had chosen to attend Cambridge instead, I was still shy at heart. A

om. I had tried thanking him but he had given me the cold shoulder. I shrugged it off as h

again. My periods are not always an exciting moment for me, there are days where I

had made a cup of chocolate to ease my cramps as I proceeded to work

utstanding one amongst my peers, I would receive comments ab

on and never really showed emotions. Each time I smiled at him, he would always return it with a stoic expression. Nevertheless, there was something

When we went downstairs to have lunch, I would watch as he ate his in silence. Fred would be flirting with the ladies but not

age, his body stature underneath his clothes was an undying witness to a possible workout session. I had once wondered what he did

ng my periods and this wasn't right to thin