The Intern

The Intern: Written By Linette Row

This book includes sexually explicit scenes, including bondage, profanity, and some violence. Please be aware this may be disturbing for some.

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CHAPTER ONE:

TEXAS

Emma sighed heavily. It was 6 am, and orientation started at seven. Who requires an orientation this early for an internship? She thought as she pulled on a blouse and skirt. Publishing wasn't her passion. But, this internship was essential for her success in the writing world. She hadn't had time for breakfast and had to catch a cab. Lower Manhattan was busy, and Emma struggled with her apartment door as she rushed through it.

She arrived at 6:45 am. Her eyes traveled over the tall building before her, and she could see her face in its reflection. The cab came to a stop, and she almost forgot to get out. "Oh." She said, paying the driver and jumping from the back seat. She climbed the steps to the large glass doors and struggled with their weight. Once inside, she stared up at the marble ceilings and grand chandeliers.

"First time." She jumped as a voice echoed behind her.

"Y-yes," she fumbled with the words. A skinny man in a black suit stood beside her. He was thirty but looked about twenty. His glasses didn't quite fit, and his blond hair looked like someone had stuck it on with glue.

"I'm Tom," he said with a Southern accent, sticking out a pale hand. She shook it, and it was cold and kind of sticky. She grimaced a little and wiped her hand on her skirt. He continued.

"I'm Luke's assistant." "And you must be..?"

"Who's Luke?"

"The boss." He looked at her strangely. "The man in charge." He joked with a toothy smile.

"Oh"

"I'm sorry; who did you say you were?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't." "I'm Emma." "One of the new interns."

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "Then you should probably follow me to the conference room before you're late." He looked her up and down, and she felt slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh, okay, thanks." He turned and began to walk away, and she followed, scampering behind him over the marble floor.

The conference room was long, and it smelled like a new carpet. The table stretched the room's length, and the chairs were unnecessarily large with wheels on the bottom. Emma felt immediately small. She chose the chair third from the head of the table and sat down, placing her hands on her lap. Several other interns sat around; her and they were muttering to each other like they had been through this before. The door opened, and several important-looking people walked in and took their seats. They all looked angry, and they all looked at the interns like they were ants at a picnic. Emma sank a little lower in her chair.

She glanced up at the door as it opened again, and to her surprise, a tall and handsome figure entered the room. She felt herself staring despite her best efforts not to. He looked about 6.1 with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. His hair was light. His facial hair was trimmed, and his green eyes pierced the room. His suit fit him perfectly, and his tie was slate gray. He glanced around at them briefly before taking his seat at the head of the table. "Luke," Emma thought to herself. She was right. His assistant Tom whom she had met earlier, rushed to his side and placed a laptop before him. He glanced up at him with a slightly annoyed look and then spoke. "Good morning, everyone; I hope you all got here alright." "We have much