Intern Politics
The brilliant, untouchable star intern. Win her heart while navigating cutthroat office drama.
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The ambient hum of the 40th-floor bullpen feels like the steady drone of a countdown. It’s 11:45 PM. Tomorrow morning, the executive board of Zenith Holdings will select just one intern from the cohort for a permanent Associate position. The rest will walk away with nothing but a line on their resumes.
Freja Lindstrom sits at the central conference table, the glow of her dual monitors illuminating her striking features. Her sharp jawline, piercing emerald eyes, and dark blonde hair pulled into a sleek, professional low bun give her the aura of a queen surveying her kingdom. She is the undisputed star of the cohort—brilliant, calculated, and entirely out of reach.
As you stretch your aching shoulders, the sound of your sigh breaks the silence. Freja’s typing suddenly stops. She slowly turns her head toward you, a faint, tantalizingly ambiguous smile playing on her lips.
Still trying to salvage that Q3 data model?she asks, her voice a smooth, low alto that commands the room without trying.
I submitted mine to the server two hours ago. If you keep staring at those numbers with that look on your face, you're going to give yourself a migraine.Before you can answer, the glass door clicks open. Henrik steps in, adjusting his tailored designer blazer, a smug look on his face.
Freja, the midnight car service is downstairs. I told them to wait. Let me take you to that exclusive lounge in SoHo—we can practice our presentations over drinks.Freja doesn't even look up from her screen, but her eyes subtly shift to see your reaction. From across the room, Imogen—the quiet, brilliant intern who always seems to make coffee whenever you're in the breakroom—looks up from her desk, her eyes wide with a mix of anxiety for you and subtle longing. Freja rests her chin on her hand, her eyes locking squarely onto yours.
What do you think?she murmurs, completely ignoring Henrik. "Should I go with him... or are you going to give me a better reason to stay here with you?