Page 9 of Selfish Suit

“No, I don’t usually come since they’re decent. But this is terrible, and the client deserves better.”

Braxton crosses his arms, looking as confused as I am.

Onscreen, Ivy hands out a different folder and gives a short presentation, outlining the changes she suggests for thecampaign. She guarantees that this firm is the only firm that should handle their business because “we’ll always be honest with you… even when it’s inconvenient.”

The room is silent for several moments, until the CEO of Ferrari stands up and smiles.

“You’re hired. Tell us where to sign.”

I hit pause and look over at Braxton. “Did you know about this?”

“Does it look like I knew?” He scoffs. “I think we promoted the wrong executive to chair.”

“She’s an intern.”

“Well, is she still here or has she quit already?”

“The turnover rate here isn’t that bad.”

“It’s eighty percent.”

“It could still be worse.” I set down the remote. “She still works here, but she’s not loyal. She has other job prospects.”

“Well, we need to figure out what they’re offering and get her to stay here with us. Who is it? Someone at Pandora? Goldman Sachs?”

“UberEats.” I cut him off. “She’s cheating on us with UberEats.”

He blinks. “Please tell me you’re going to make this right and talk to her about being employed full time here?”

“Of course.” I lean back in my seat. “I have something far better than that in mind actually…”

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One Week Later

THE INTERN

IVY

“Okay, here’s the rent for this week.” I hand a few twenties to my landlord’s son. “I’ll have next week’s fee to your dad when I get paid.”

“This isn’t how you pay rent, Ivy.” He groans. “It’s monthly, and I’m only thirteen years old…”

“And?” I shrug. “This is teaching you important adulting skills.”

“Are you really this afraid of my dad?”

Ever since he started cutting off my lights at six o’clock every day, yes. “No, I’m just—This is just easier. I’ll see you later.”

I bolt from the top floor and downstairs, groaning when I see that the front door that was promised months ago still isn’t there.

I make sure my unit’s door is double-locked, and that the fake dog-yell alarm still works when I jiggle the handle.

When I make it out to my car, I slide my key into the ignition, but it won’t give.

Someone stuck a paperclip inside while trying to steal it.

Ugh!

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