An Intern Tried to Boss Around

I was in the middle of signing a contract when my phone rang. It was my younger sister, Lily Carter.

Her voice was cautious, almost hesitant. “Hey… did you get divorced?”

The question caught me off guard. I was about to answer when another voice suddenly cut in on her end of the line, a woman I didn’t recognize.

She called out Lily’s name sharply. “Did you forget all the rules I set for you? During work hours, your only job is to serve me. Who said you could hide in the restroom?”

A crisp slap echoed through the phone.

“Now tell me,” the woman demanded. “What are the rules?”

A second later, Lily spoke, her voice small and trembling.

“First, during work hours, I have to lower myself when I speak to you.

“Second, everything I earn has to be handed over to you.

“Third, my phone has to stay on at all times. Whatever you say, I have to do it immediately.”

The woman let out a mocking laugh. “At least you remember. One more. When we’re outside, you call me Mrs. Shaw, the boss’s wife. Make sure everyone in the company knows exactly who I am.”

Hearing my sister’s quiet sobs, something inside me snapped.

I immediately switched to a video call and dialed my husband, Daniel Shaw.

“So,” I said coldly when he picked up, “you’ve been using your position at my company to keep a ‘wannabe Mrs.’ on the side, haven’t you?”

Daniel Shaw paused for a beat, then let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Honey, it’s not April Fools’ Day.”

“Cut it out. This isn’t funny.”

I forced down the anger rising in my chest. “Sophia Blake, that new intern...”

“Alright, I’ve got a meeting to prep for,” Daniel cut in. “We’ll talk after I’m done.”

He hung up before I could finish.

The dead hum on the line filled my ears, and all I could see was my sister’s tear-streaked face from a week ago.

She had grabbed my hand, crying. “Do you have someone named Sophia Blake joining your company?”

I rarely involved myself in day-to-day operations. Daniel handled everything, so I shook my head, confused. “I’m not sure. Why? Do you know her?”

She nodded, visibly shaken. “She’s my roommate.”

“Can you talk to… to Daniel? Ask him to cancel her offer?”

My heart skipped. “Sophia Blake… is she the one who’s been bullying you?”

On graduation day, I’d driven to pick her up. That was when I noticed the cigarette burns on her arm.

I’d been furious. It took a lot of pressing before she admitted one of her roommates had been tormenting her.

My sister Lily isn’t the kind of person who picks fights, but she’s not someone who just lets people walk all over her either.

Yet when I asked why she hadn’t fought back, she only shook her head, refusing to say a word.

Over and over, she begged me, “It’s over now. Please don’t go after