Keep Your Abs And Your Intern

Summary

I had just stepped off a grueling cross-country red-eye when the new intern slammed into me, sending my extra-large latte surging down the front of my white silk blouse.

She didn’t apologize. Instead, she let out an audible huff of disgust, muttering about her "trash luck" while looking at the brown stain on my chest as if I’d done it to spite her. "You should probably get that cleaned up," she said, checking her reflection in the glass partition. "I’ve got a high-level meeting to get to. Important people only." Then, she vanished toward the conference rooms.