The Internship || Stuart Twombly

Chapter 11: Pizza Celebration

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"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been...an impressive summer. One final challenge remains." Mr. Chetty said as he stood up on stage once again, talking to the interns who sat in their chairs. The last challenge was being announced and it was much awaited for this moment. 

"Sales."

Veronica smiled. Sales was something that her father, Nick, and Bill excelled at.

"Over a million companies advertise with Google. Find one that doesn't. Convince them. The bigger the sale, the more chance you have of taking this competition. The winner will be announced at our final meeting this afternoon. Good luck. Happy hunting!" 

"Sales--done! Those other bitches are going down!" Neha said while pumping her fist. "Hell yeah they are!" Veronica cheered. That was until the two realized that someone was missing today. "Where's Billy?" Neha asked.

"He left," Nick stated, feeling gloomy and emotionless today. "What?" Veronica asked. "You heard him. He thought he was holding us back and he didn't want to talk about it." 

"We got to get him back," Neha said. "She's right," Yo-Yo said. "We're all a team--you guys taught us that." "It was buried under a mountain of obscure 80's references and just a ton of other super inappropriate bullshit. I guess was intended as life lessons but you did teach us how to come together, Nick. You taught us that," said Stuart.

"The problem is, when he makes up his mind on something well Billy has a tendency to really dig in. We may have to do this one without him." "Yeah but, Nick...we wouldn't want to," Lyle said before turning to look at the rest of the team. "Right, guys?" he asked them. The team nodded. "We really wouldn't," Veronica stated.

"We're going to have to split up," Nick said, taking the lead. "I will go find Billy while the rest of you, find us a company." 

"Okay, Team Lyle!" Lyle cheered out, before Nick left the team while they went searching for a company.

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The team searched for a company that wasn't sponsor by Google and finally found one...Sal's Rocky Mountain Pizza Company.

The team headed inside and were now trying to convince the owner to let Google sponsor him.

"Contextual targeting technology can automatically match your ads...to webpages...uh that are most relevant to your business," Neha started. The owner just stared at her. "Uh, Yo-Yo?" she said, looking at him.

"Review ad performance to see impressions...Review ad performances to see impressions...clock, cost and conversion data," Yo-Yo nervously spoke.

"Look," the owner, Sal, said stopping the team from talking. "You seem like good kids and I appreciate you stopping by but we're just a family-run business. We don't do the Internet. Thank you for coming. Frankie will get you a slice on the way out." 

Yo-Yo reached for his eyebrow but felt that one was completely gone and went to pluck out the hair from his other eyebrow. Frankie got each member of the team their own slice of pizza before heading outside where they sulked.

The sound of a bell ringing grabbed their attention as they looked up to see Graham's team passing by on their bicycles. They stopped in front of them.

"Oi, oi!" Graham yelled.

"Oh, great," Neha said. "Lovely," said Stuart. "Shit," Veronica mumbled. The team were not pleased to see Graham.

"I saw you checked in here on FourSquare, so we stopped by," said Graham. "That's really creepy. Is that all?" Stuart said. Graham nodded. "It is all, actually. We just closed a sale at a coffee shop down the street. Your chances of catching up to us went from zero to piss all. Now if you'll excuse us, we have to get to the final meeting. Get these jobs of which we're so profoundly deserving."