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.