After I Paid Off My Mortgage, the Intern Tried to Ruin MeChapter 1
The department dinner had barely ended when the new intern dropped a message in the group chat. An "afternoon coffee schedule," no less, and she'd tagged me by name:
"Hey Matilda Chavez, you make the most money and get the biggest bonuses in the department, so from now on you're in charge of our daily afternoon coffee run."
"Starting today, everything needs to be ready by 3 PM. Milk tea, coffee, pastries, the works. Minimum $50 per person. I'll decide the specific orders."
I stared at those lines and laughed out of sheer disbelief.
I'd always kept a low profile at work. All I'd done was mention at dinner that I'd finished paying off my mortgage, and this girl had latched onto it, trying to turn me into the department's personal ATM.
I typed two words in the group chat: Dream on.
The next afternoon, a delivery guy showed up at my desk with a mountain of drinks and pastries, asking me to pay.
……
I stared at that coffee schedule in the group chat again, so furious I actually laughed out loud.