After months of turmoil having to go through the failings and unremarkable achievements of the interns, their internship has finally ended. Nobody is more happy than I am.
According to formalities, I presented the interns with their certificates and evaluation of their progress. Now that all of them are gone, I can loosen up a little now.
I picked up the call at the fifth ring. "This is Ms. Veinar, what is it?"
"You mean 'Dr. Veinar'," the lovable voice came from the other side. "Where are you?"
"Oh, Nyra Leona! For your information, I'm at a club drinking my fifteenth shot. Why?"
She groaned into the phone. How cute. "Viollette Blaire graduated this year and she signed up for a position in the organisation. More specifically, the position directly under you."
"Okay...? So?"
"You're okay with this? What if she blabbers about-"
"She won't, don't worry your breasts off, Nyra." I took another swig of my drink.
"I'll ask her for an interview because she seem capable, but I'll keep a close eye on her-"
"Alright, alright!" I slurred into the phone. Is it 'because I'm tired I can't hold my alcohol?
I quickly hang up once I feel a headache coming. Fuck.
"Hey, gorgeous," I hear a voice from behind me.
I turn around and I set my sights on a man who seems to be handcrafted by God himself. If God truly did create us in his image, then he must be fucking hot.
I sober up a little, bringing myself onto my feet and lean against the bar counter. "Hello, dashing stranger? How can I help you?" Upon further inspection, he seems to be a little drunk too.
"There are many ways to help me, depending on which one you're planning to go through with." Screaming internally.
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Vein
ContoA story doesn't have to be long to be good. Dr. Veinar, a renowned biologist running a laboratory she and her co-founders built with their from pure ambition. She finds a special talent to take under her wing. Followed by the untimely death of her h...
