Fake? The Intern Will Regret It When Tax Auditors Come

Summary

I heard them talking behind my back in the restroom stall.

The intern I’d spent three months personally training was complaining, her voice sharp with resentment.

“He’s just an old fossil who doesn’t get it, like some robot whose brain is stuck in a loop.”

I was about to push the door open and cut her off when someone else chimed in with a snicker.

“‘The materials are incomplete.’”

“‘This receipt isn’t compliant.’”

“‘The director hasn’t signed off, so I can’t process it.’”

“Yeah, we’ve all memorized his corporate catchphrases!”