Timbre: The Internship

No Vacancy

Again, from Justin's POV.

2 days after the Hope incident, I fired my latest intern, she’s been giving me sexy stares and she wore extra short skirts, which I like by the way, but she has Hope potential. Maybe not. Maybe I’m just paranoid. But I’m not taking any risks right now.

Even though Jazeel (who is currently taking the world by storm like Britney Spears 20 years ago) have just signed another contract here in Timbre and is diva-ing for another album, we are going to need all the man power we have- I’d rather lose to this diva than lose my life.

No crazy interns for now.

Maybe I could snatch some talents from Glory (another label company). But that wouldn’t work at all, trained interns here in Timbre always transform into gold, I know that for a fact, the whole god damned world knows that for a fact.

It would be a shame to steal wood from neighbors when you’ve got gold in your house.

How about if we only hire male interns? That would be perfect… or not?

It would enrage half of our artists – brokenhearted, songwriting, feminist divas.

I better call Toby to take down the ads.

“Hello, it’s me. I’d like you to take down all of our internship ads in career finding sites and also in our own website. Also, I don’t want anybody recommending. I don’t want to see any applicants right now. ”

“I know we’re on a crunch, but I also know what I’m doing. So just please do this for me.”  My co-producer Toby is very responsible, sometimes too responsible that he becomes naggy. So I just cut him off, I don’t need to explain anything to anyone.

“Thanks Toby, you’re the best.” I raise my voice a little louder than his.

I haven’t even put down the phone on my desk when it rang. Toby better let this one go.

“Toby, what I told you is final, NO INTERNS!”

“Oh, is that so?” damn, that’s not Toby’s voice.

So I looked at the caller’s ID – holy freakin’ hell.

My mind went blank when I saw the name Scott Caldwell. Last time my dad called was when my half sister went into a coma due to some accident. I have a bad feeling about this.

“Dad, uhm. Sorry I thought you were someone else. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Is it true that you are not accepting interns anymore?” What is it to him? Why does he even care? He never touched Timbre ever since I acted CEO, it became the least of his priorities, bottom of the Caldwell business chain.

“Yeah. We encountered some issues in the past, it’s just for now anyway.”

“Issues huh? Son, I need a favor.” A favor? So now he calls me son eh? As if I have a choice.

“Sure Dad, what is it?”

“A good friend of ours asked for a favor, he needs an internship slot in Timbre, it’s for a special lady friend of his.”

“Dad, as you may have heard not long ago, Timbre doesn’t want interns.” My gut feeling was right, this is bad.

“You think I don’t know what’s going on? Timbre is still my company, you will set an interview and hire the girl! If you don’t want issues, stop screwing with interns Justin. Nothing good comes from that sort of gallivanting, trust me.” I was taken aback, by the thought that I am becoming my father. Barely noticed that he hung up on me. But am I really transforming into this heartless money bank?

Anyways, he gave me a new intern to harass. Becoming like him isn't that bad at all....