Intern Thinks I Am Her Driver
Language: en
The new intern started a month ago. Every day since her orientation, she’d been hitching a ride in my car after work. I figured it was on my way home anyway, so I never made a fuss about it. I’ve always preferred to keep a low profile, and if a twenty-two-year-old needed a lift to the suburbs, I wasn't going to be the "mean boss" before she even knew who I was. Then came two o'clock on a Sunday morning. I was dead to the world, deep in the kind of sleep you only get when your phone is supposed to be on Do Not Disturb. But I’d left my emergency bypass on, and her call pierced through the…