The Intern

Chapter 1

Grace’s POV

I was late.

On the very first day of my job. I was late.

I had just moved to London two weeks ago after I had accepted an internship at a fancy PR firm.

I didn’t know a soul, unless you counted the pervert who lived next door, and frankly I didn’t want to.

I had just turned 18 a month ago, I was supposed to be studying at University but, much to the delight of my parents, I’d taken a gap year.

I took all the money that they had put into my college fund, bought a flat right outside the city, and moved down.

I haven’t spoken to my parents since.

They weren’t exactly supportive of my decisions in fact; they thought I was the biggest failure since the Jonas Brothers.

Remember them?

I didn’t need them though, I would make this work.

I had to.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as the train stopped at my station.

As I scrambled past people, pushing and shoving my way through the station, it dawned on me that I was going to lose my job before I’d even started.

If someone had timed me that day, I probably could’ve qualified for the Olympics I was running so fast.

Good thing I’d worn flats.

I got to the building and raced up the stairs. I had been told to go to my manager’s office when I got there so that’s exactly where I headed.

I practically crashed into the door as I entered.

Gina, the woman I had done my interview with and my new manager, looked up from the piece of paper she was studying and raised an eyebrow.

                “You’re late Grace.”

                “I know Gina, I am beyond sorry! My alarm didn’t go off and then my car wouldn’t start and then-“

Gina held up a perfectly manicured hand, while my own looked as if they had gone to hell and back, to silence me and gestured for me to sit.

                “Listen Grace I don’t care why you’re late, just don’t let it happen again.”

I nodded to her and took my seat in the seat opposite her own.

                “Now to get down to business. I have something to tell you Grace; the job you were hired for is not the job we would like you to do.”

Confusion settled over me, what the hell was she talking about?

                “You don’t want me to be an intern?” I asked.

                “No, you’ll still be interning, just not for me.”

What drug was this lady taking? I felt like some man was going to pop out from behind a wall and abduct me.

                “I’m not following.” I replied to her, bracing myself for when my abductor tried to grab me.

                “What do you know about the band One Direction?”

What didn’t I know about the band One Direction?

I had gone through my phase of total obsession with the boys about a year ago. To be honest, I still freaked out every time I saw a picture of them in a magazine or heard their songs on the radio.