To Work

“Well, at least you guys are covered if something does happen,” Sabrina said. You had re-joined her and Eric in the intern office. Andy was pushing thirty minutes late at this point, but it was a Monday so it was entirely possible he’d call in sick.

“As long as you keep your promise to not release our names we should be fine, Eric,” you said.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll just revel in the spotlight myself. I got invited to a podcast down in Miami at the end of the week already,” he said. “Not sure if I can go, but they always have at least like eight hot chicks on the show so I might ask if I can take Friday off or something.”

You just shook your head and didn’t say anything. He was going to ask for a day off to fly down to Miami… for a podcast. What kind of world were you living in that that was a thing?

Getting back to work, you quickly sent an email over to Gemma asking if she wanted to schedule the HR meeting or if you should. She replied that you could, so then you spent the next few minutes composing an email to Carol, the sweet older woman who had done the Intern HR stuff when you had first gotten picked for the spot. There were two HR people for the firm and you’d never met the other guy - you thought his name was Paul. Or maybe Patrick.

Carol got back to you quickly that you could come in just before lunch, and that she would have the forms ready. You hadn’t told her what the reason for the meeting request was, so either Garrison had given her a heads up or she was assuming something. You didn’t bother to correct her since you would be seeing her in a couple of hours anyways.

All of that probably should have been the end of the wild and out crap for a regular Monday.

But it wasn’t.

Andy showed up at 9:45 AM, which was later than usual, but that wasn’t it. Neither was him immediately heading to the washroom looking a little green.

No, it was the loud talking in the hallway outside the office door at 10:02 AM that alerted you things weren’t going to be as-usual today.

It started as loud talking and laughing; two women making a commotion as they got closer towards your conference room. Now, usually when this happened in the office over the last month it was a particularly friendly, or angry, client of a Partner who felt free to ‘be themselves’ in the office and you were supposed to ignore it. But then the noise walked right up to the conference room door.

“Hello, children,” said a woman who strode into the office. She was pretty in a three-decades-older-than-us sort of way, though to be fair she had a high and proud set of tits that had to be an aftermarket addition. She was wearing a cream coloured dress that probably rode the line between business appropriate and flirty, and her makeup left her looking fierce without being overdone.

Coming in behind her was what had to be a younger version of her, but where the older woman had dyed blonde hair, the daughter had thick brunette hair in a severe bob haircut. She also looked over-tanned, and you weren’t sure if it was way too much time in the sun, or too heavy of a spray job. She was wearing a red dress that landed a touch over that same line of business and flirty, with a deep amount of cleavage and a hemline that was a little higher on her thighs than Gemma or Sabrina had ever worn to the office.

“Can we help you, ma’am?” Gemma asked. She was closest to the door, sitting at the head of the table.

“Oh, you can in a moment, dear,” the woman said. “We haven’t had a chance to meet yet, kids. My name is Tanya Bellagamba, and I am the other Senior Partner whom you all must have been wondering about since you started.”

She wasn’t wrong entirely, though we all knew about her. Ms Bellagamba had been on vacation since we’d started the internship.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Bellagamba,” you said, standing up and walking around the table to offer her your hand. “My name is John, and this is Gemma, Sabrina, and Eric.” Sabrina gave you an encouraging look, and you knew she was happy you were taking initiative to be more forward with your engagement of people. ‘Secretary-whispering’ skills activate!

“Yes, that’s nice,” she said, giving you a half-hearted, weak wristed shake as if it was an afterthought. “Anyways, I’m sure you’ve all been running around with a chicken with your heads come off without your Head Intern. This is Joy, my daughter, and she’ll be taking charge of you as she has the experience necessary to whip you all into shape.”

“I sure do,” Joy smiled, and you got the feeling that you were going to dislike this person. There was just something about the way she looked sycophantically at her mother that made something stick in your throat.

“Alright, well I’ve got cases to catch up on. Caio, dear,” Miss Bellagamba said, and air kissed with her daughter. Then she turned back to Gemma. “And I’ll take my coffee in my office, dear. Black, one sugar.” And she strode away on her high heels.

Gemma, trying to hide her grimace, glanced at you and Sabrina as she stood up to follow. You knew she didn’t have a problem doing coffee duty in the mornings, but usually you interns weren’t expected to fetch coffees for the rest of the day. Hopefully that wasn’t changing.

Joy stood in the doorway with a smirk, her hands on her hips as she looked you all over. “Where’s the other one?” she asked. “I thought there were supposed to be five of your newbies this year?”

You glanced over at Andy’s seat. “He’s in the washroom,” you said. “He wasn’t feeling well.”

“Mhmm,” Joy said, frowning and pursing her lips. She strutted around the table a little, eyeing up Sabrina as she crossed behind her, then Eric.

“Hey, Joy,” Eric grinned.

Oh, God, you internally groaned. Here it comes.

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