The Intern Treated the Billionaire Like Her ChauffeurChapter 1

The new intern at the company had been bumming rides home with me every single day. Since we lived in the same direction, I never said anything about it.

Until one weekend, well past midnight, when I was dead asleep and my phone rang. Her voice came through like a command:

"I'm at Encore Karaoke Lounge. Get over here and take me home."

I sat up, irritated.

"It's two in the morning. Don't you think calling me to come pick you up is a little presumptuous? I'm not your chauffeur."

She let out a cold scoff, dripping with arrogance.

"My cousin is the HR Director at the company. Driving me around is a privilege for you. Do what you're told, or I'll have him fire you."

Oh.

So she still didn't know I was the boss.

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When I didn't respond, Maureen Fox let out a smug little hum.

"Scared now?"

"Then get moving!"

"And pick me up a hot milk on the way. I want it the second I get in the car."

I listened to her barking orders, still just as shameless as ever, and I laughed.

Maureen had started a month ago.