Soul Snatcher's Intern

Soul Snatcher's Intern

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 6, 2025
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Romance
My name is Alea Laurent. French surname? Predictable, I know. Sounds like I named myself. What is this, a Wattpad story? I'm nineteen, and I intern part-time at one of the most powerful banks in the country. And as of last week, HR decided to reassign me back to Zayn Sanders. Yes, him. My former mentor. The man who gave me a B because I didn't ask for extra work like some corporate Cinderella and scolded me for resting my head on the desk once - five seconds, no clients, just exhaustion. Unacceptable, apparently. He's cold. Bossy. Precision in human form. And joyless to a clinical degree. Now I'm standing outside his office door, about to knock. Welcome back to hell. Only here, the devil wears a tailored suit and smells like cedarwood.
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