The Intern (BG&phtlc)
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				Title: <strong>The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 16:34:34</strong>
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				Amanda picked up her plate from her table with a sigh. As she entered her room she looked at her jobless lazy sleeping husband. She shook her head at him and grabbed her purse, not even a goodbye. She hated her husband. After only 5 years of marriage, she hates him. <br><br>As she got to work she got to her desk with a note from her boss, the CEO, to call him when she got in. He informed her that her new intern was in. Of course she was just so happy about that. She hated snot nosed kids who thought they knew everything. She him up the pome and groaned a bit but had no choice as she started some paper work. She was head of the financial department if a hot lawfirm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 00:41:47</strong>
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				Bill made his way through the large glass doors of the prestigious looking building, excited to see what was going to happen on his first day. He was the youngest person to ever get a job here, mostly because his dad former business partner to one of the senior partners on the firm. <br><br>As the lady at the front desk gave him a security badge, he made his way past as she escorted him to the elevators and then guided him to where he was meeting the new boss. She then went into the next room and informed the boss of his presence, and then wished him good luck before heading back to the front desk.<br><br>As he waited, curious, he heard the clicking of high heels, and saw walking towards him one amazing pair of legs, attached to some amazing hips and a gorgeous waist..... <em>I'd love to tap that</em> he thought as his eyes moved up to some nice looking cleavage and then.....he realized she was looking right at him with a glare that would stop a charging grizzly. Busted...oops.<br><br>When she asked if he was Bill, he stood and introduced himself to the lady who he assumed was a secretary.<br><br>"Yeah, I'm Bill. I'm supposed to be meeting the head of the financial department......are we going to see him now?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 01:16:27</strong>
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				Amanda walked over to Bill only to see him staring at her body. This only pissed her off more. Then he shoved his foot up his ass thinking she wasn't his boss. "My name is Amanda CEO of the financial department." She did not put her had out. She then turned away and started to walk. "Are you coming or not intern?" She said as she walked into her office. When he sat down she looked at his paper work. During that time she pointed to her coffee stand. "Raspberry creamer. No foam." She ordered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 16:35:31</strong>
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				Her reaction to Bill, astonished him. He hadn't known she was his boss, and realized that she was not terribly impressed with him. <em>Holy crap lady...is it that time of the month or something?</em> he thought as he made a point not to roll his eyes. <em>Oh this is going to be real fun</em> he thought sarcastically.<br><br>When she did not shake his hand, he placed it back at his side and followed her to her office. Since he was behind her, he got a great opportunity to check out her figure as she walked, her hips swaying as her sensuous legs caried her back to her office. <em>Amazing ass</em> he thought <em>What I wouldn't give to tap that</em>.<br><br>Sitting across from her at her desk, he waited patiently as she went though his file and resume. <em>Yeah take your time there lady...show me who's boss</em>, he thought. When she ordered him to get a coffee for her, he couldn't help but give her an incredulous look, before realizing she was serious. This time he didn't hide the fact that he was rolling his eyes.<br><br>Running the errand, being careful not to move too fast, he brought her coffee back and placed it on her desk, and then stood there waiting for his instructions as he crossed his arms across his chest. <em>If you think I'm going to be your servant boy, you have another thing coming lady</em> he thought defiantly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 16:55:27</strong>
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				Amanda watched the young man get the coffee and how he was moving slowly. She grinned a bit as she knew that attitude very well. As he brought over the coffee she sipped at it and held back a face as the amount of sugar tingled in her jaws. Clearing her throat she put the paper down and looked at him. <br><br>"Bill, let me make one thing clear. Very clear. Every intern here fetches coffee, does boring filing work, is forced stay late for the many problems we get at times, go on tampon runs, or whatever the men here need. It happens. You are the one who applied for this. I was an intern and I went through the same shit." She said as she sat back. <br><br>Amanda looked at bill seriously until her phone rang. She rolled her eyes and answered. "Hello?..." She sighed a big sigh. "It's on the third shelf. No. Left. Left! Please go look for a job today... No I'm not nagging you. You know what... No, I'll home very late. Yeah well someone's gotta pay the bills." She then Looked at her phone and leafed her throat as she glanced at wedding ring. It was a small thing. She he&nbsp; looked back up at Bill. "Either you are here working, or you are excused without recommendation.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 18:16:17</strong>
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				As he stood there, she looked at him and laid down the law. She had the personality of an iceberg, even if she did have a rocking hot body. She was clearly asserting her authority and dominance over him, so he loosened up the attitude a bit. <em>Fine I'll play your game lady</em> he thought, as he nodded, wondering if she hated the male of the species.<br><br>His father had pulled some strings to get him this job, and had told him not to screw it up, so he cringed as he thought of having to let this hag boss him around.<br>When her phone rang, he surmised pretty quickly that she was talking to her husband and all was not well in paradise. <em>Wow......that poor fucking guy! </em> he mused, imagining some whipped husband dealing with this bitch. <em>I hope for his sake she's at least putting out on a regular basis, because she is a ball buster</em>. With that he wondered if she was also frigid towards her husband.<br><br>When she hung up, and finished dup with him, Bill resigned himself to the fact that he was stuck with her, and decided to get on with the job.<br><br>"OK, Amanda, where do I start?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 21:17:00</strong>
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				"Mrs. Rios." She corrected him. "I normally wouldn't mind but in this business you need to be very proper. You don't want to offend anyone here." She said as she looked a her papers. "For one you can take my card and go to Starbucks. You were not meant to become a coffee maker she joked as she started to sign a few things. "Raspberry mocha for me and get yourself something too." She said as if go in him her card was not a big deal. <br><br>As she excused him she started to write out some emails and watched him leave, wondering of he was gonna fall into line or just leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 17:16:57</strong>
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				"Mrs. Rios" he corrected, thinking that Mrs. Rios needed to get laid or something, anything to make her less of an uptight bitch.&nbsp; He wisely kept that particular observation to himself, not eager to get fired on his first day. This time refraining from rolling his eyes, he took her card and went to the Starbucks downstairs with it. Since she gave him permission to get himself something on her card, he made a point of getting himself the most expensive coffee drink there. <em>If I'm gonna be your coffee boy, then it's going to be worth my while</em> he smirked. <br><br>Bringing her coffee back up to her, he handed her the card and the drink, and then stood there awaiting her next instruction. She took her time as he stood there, checking e-mails, flipping through her daytimer. <em>Yeah I get it...you want me to know how unimportant I am</em>, he thought as he stood there stoically, not letting her see how irritated he was<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 17:30:19</strong>
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				Amanda watched him leave and then sighed. "So stubborn..." She said as she went back to her emails. <br><br>When he returned she was on the phone, her boss was asking for a little meeting about the kid but sending want to make it known. When it was over she took the coffee. "Thank you." She said as she sipped on it some more. She noticed the size of his drink, knowing that he'd get the most expensive thing she looked at him. "You could get 10 of those and I wouldn't give a damn." She said, a little annoyed. "You wanted to be in the business world, this is what it's like. If you don't really want to be here, please leve and stop wasting both our times." She said. She looked more tired than anything. "If you stay, please organize last weeks file by date and name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 03:08:08</strong>
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				Nodding he turned and went ahead with the job. He would not let the ice queen think she could intimidate him, so he gave no sign that he was worried about her opinion. He spent the better part of the morning organizing the files from A through M alphabetically. At one point he went and took his lunch, eager to get out of the gun sights of Mrs. Ball buster, but sighed and resigned himself to heading back.<br><br>Spending the rest of the afternoon, he finished up the files. Despite his attitude, he was a bright guy when he wanted to be, and right now he needed the boss to get off his case, so he filed away without question.<br><br>Around five PM, he saw people leaving, but he still had a few more files to finish. By about 5:20, he finished, and decided to head over to see if the boss had any more tasks before he went home.<br><br>"OK, it's all filed Mrs. Rios" he said. "Anything else you need me to do? he asked <em>Like feed you my shlong</em> he thought, while making sure not to let her see any indication of insubordination in his eyes<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 16:35:02</strong>
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				Amanda worked for the entire day, keeping her nose to her papers. She found herself looking up to see the intern working pretty hard. She knew she was a little hard on him, but he was learning the same way that she did. Come 5:20 she didn't even realize her walked in until he spoke. Looking up at him she stayed a bit quite. "Have a seat." She smiled. <br><br>She leaned back in her chair a moment and looked at him. "You are young, and your have a bad attidude about being here and being 'bitch boy' as the staff will call you. But let me explain myself. If you do well, I will not hesitate to tell you how well you are doing." She smiled as she pulled out her wallet and a $100.00. Handing it to him she smiled. "Go treat your girlfriend to a nice dinner on me." She smiled as she then grabbed her purse and got up. "Tomorrow we will talk about something i will really need your help with." She said as she walked around the large desk and motioned for him to leave with her so she too could go home. <br><br>An hour later she was at home, alone. Her husband was gone somewhere and she was cooking a nice dinner. It was pointless though because her husband didn't get home until 3am drunk and falling down. She spent most of the night taking care of him. <br><br><br>The next morning Amanda arrived at the office early but she was actually asleep of her large couch that was&nbsp; in there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 15:52:04</strong>
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				When she smiled, telling him to take a seat Bill was surprised, as this was her first friendly gesture. He never would have guessed that she could be pleasant, based on their earlier interaction. She explained what he had to look forward to while working there, laying down the law and detailing what would be expected of him.<br><br>She caught him completely off guard when she reached into her purse, and handed him $100 dollars. He had no idea how to interpret the gesture, and for a moment wasn't even sure he should take the money, but then he realized that would be insulting, so he reached out taking it. Thanking her profusely, he thought about what he would do with the money. He was in the process of breaking up with his current girlfriend, so taking her out to dinner was a no go, but there were other girls he knew, so he could make use of the evening.<br><br>"OK thank you Mrs. Rios" he said before exiting, wondering what this task was that she needed help with.<br>After having spent the envying with one of his female friends who he had some interest in, he came home and sleep soundly, wondering what the next day would bring.<br><br>Heading into the office, he greeted the nice receptionist lady at the front desk, before making his way into his divisions area. Heading to Mrs. Rios' office he was surprised to see her curled up on her office couch, asleep. <em>Should I wake her</em> he wondered. Realizing he needed to get his instructions from her and couldn't really get any work done until she told him what was needed, he reluctantly decided to wake her.<br><br>"Mrs. Rios?..." he whispered, not getting any response. "Mrs. Rios?" he said, a little louder this time, and she stirred, her eyes opening.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 16:56:24</strong>
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				Suddenly "mrs rios" seeped into her dream and she jumped up and looked around. It took her a second to wake up. Her head in her hands she groaned. "What?" She said a little irritated. Looking up at her intern she leaned back. "Sorry, I - I'm tired." She said and then got up. "Since you're here I'm assuming it's around 8:30." She said as she put her heels back on. She looked at him and then smiled. "Have a good night?" She asked. <br><br>Taking him over to her desk she sat in her sets and then pulled out a box full of logs. "These files here are all documented purchases made by the lawyers upstairs. This departments job is to make sure that when a lawyer buys something, it needs to be for the client. So things like hotels, $25 or less purchases, they need to be highlighted and researched. They have no reason to buy a hotel and they take clients to fancy places so the food should be around $50." She informed him. "You're job is to highlight those small amounts." She said as she leaned back in her seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 14:57:18</strong>
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				He felt bad about waking her, but as he was new he really needed some direction, so without her being awake he would just be sitting there. For a moment he thought he would be in trouble for waking her, but she quickly composed herself and asked about his evening.<br><br>"It was good. We went and saw a live band, so the evening was fund. Thank you again for that". He felt odd at having been given money by her, since they had gotten off to such a bad start, but he figured he would just be polite and try to get along.<br><br>When he listened to her instructions, he wondered if what he was doing would get some of the lawyers in trouble with the firm, but then figured it was none of his business. Getting down to work, he tried to work as fast as possible without being sloppy. He had made a bad impression the first day, and while he did feel she was a bit harsh towards him at first, he recognized that she was still his boss and he had to keep her happy.<br><br>Having filtered through the files, he found that for the most part everything was in order, but he did flag any questionable expenses for her review, and any expense claims for which a receipt was not provided.&nbsp; He had expected the task to take until about a full day, but shortly after 1 he had completed it. He was hungry and wanted to go get some lunch, but quickly brought the files to her, in case she needed them soon.<br><br>As he approached her office, he saw her looking intense, either stressed or simply focussed intently on some work; he couldn't tell which.<br>"Mrs. Rios" he said, knocking gently on her door, causing her to look up. "OK, it's done. For the most part everything is in order, but I have flagged a couple of questionable expenses, and a few missing receipts."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 23:34:32</strong>
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				Amanda spent the evening on the phone and computer, trying to do her job and not think about what was probably awaiting her at home. She was so focused on her work that she didn't realize the time until her intern walked in. "Bring them in here please" She started as she looked back down at her work.<br><br>One the files were in she looked up at him and opened her mouth. However, her phone started to ring. "This is Ama-... Oh hey honey... Did you-" she paused for a minute. "I didn't have time to mak- seriously? Brandon, I'M the one working, not you. Of course I appreci-" there was a dial tone mere seconds later. Amanda held the phone in her hand up to her ear as she listened to the sound of nothing. She didn't look up, she just looked mad. Taking a long deep breath, Amanda looked up at Bill and looked serious. "Here." she said giving him the same card as before. "Buy us lunch." She seemed a bit short now. <br><br>"Get me something with lots of carbs to it please, and a hot cocoa" she was almost demanding at this point. "GO!" She became impatient, not liking that he was just staring at her. <br><br>When he was gone she shut her office door and cried a bit in frustration. It was only a minute before he returned that she was able to calm down and start fixing her make up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 19:51:17</strong>
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				He didn't know exactly what transpired during the phone call, but somebody had obviously done something to seriously annoy her. Not that it took that much to annoy her in his opinion. She was obviously stressed about something serious; it showed all over her face and in her body language. For a moment he almost felt sorry for her, not liking to see anyone looking that stressed, but then she got off the phone and gave him attitude, and sent him on another errand.<br><br>When she barked the command "GO" he shrugged, trying not to roll his eyes. He had tried to act polite today, but he had done nothing wrong here, so he wasn't going to be submissive in the face of her hostility.<br><br>Running his errand, he decided to be quick and not play any games with her. He just wanted to get on with his day and not mix it up with Mrs. Bossy-crab. He went to a healthy pasta place. She said lot's of carbs, but he figured he may as well get her a healthy carb meal, so he picked the whole wheat penne, with the tomato sauce and grilled chicken. While she didn't ask for bottled water, he did grab her one. Then on the way back he got a hot chocolate from Starbucks and headed into her office.<br><br>He squared his shoulders and walked in, prepared to give attitude back if she started in on him, but then he stopped; her eyes were red and puffy. She&nbsp; had done a hasty job of re-applying her make-up, but it was obvious even to him that she had been crying. Like most guys, he didn't like seeing girls cry, even bossy ones like Mrs. Rios. <br>Handing her the food, he paused. He knew she would have instructions for him, but he figured she might prefer some privacy for now. He could keep himself busy in the meantime.<br><br>"OK, I'll be at my desk researching policy and procedures if you need me" as he awkwardly turned towards the door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 19:16:04</strong>
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				Amanda faked a smile to her assistant and thanked him. When he left, her face dropped and she laid back a bit in her chair. She was trying to think, figure out why this marriage wasn't what she thought it would be when she first married her husband. She wondered if it was fault or if there was a way for her to fix it. <br><br>Leaning back to her food, she opened up the takeout box and saw the food. Amanda smiled and grabbed the fork to start eating. The food was amazing, it was exactly what she asked for with a little twist. The hot cocoa was amazing, she couldn't take the smile off of her face. She thought about her assistant a lot and blushed a bit ass he realized what she was doing. Shaking her head she cleared it of her thoughts. For now. <br><br>As the weeks went by Amanda was extra nice to Bill, not thinking about her husband when she was around him. Bill was doing great with his job and very helpful. She also seemed to be dressing... well her outfit was showing off her curves more. She'd hate the idea of going home and started to make him stay late with her on work, finding excuses to work with him. Her husband on the other hand was still jobless, making Amanda do the work at work and home. She couldn't make love to him at all anymore, but he wasn't really trying either. <br><br>One day Amanda walked in and did her normal. To act like she wasn't into Bill she'd walk right passed him in the mornings, while talking to him. "I need you to schedule a dinner for 5 at the Hamptons at 7pm. We have a dinner meeting and it slipped my mind. I want these meals to be expensive so that hotel usually does the best job with it." she informed it. "I need it done now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 22:21:34</strong>
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				Bill finished off his day, wanting to stay out of her way, as she appeared to be in a bit of a mood. Not eager to end up back on her bad side, he figured he would lay low until whatever this was blew over. He did look over a few times discretely, and he could see she was under tremendous stress for some reason.<br><br><br>For the next few weeks he dedicated himself to the work, eager to impress his boss now. He didn't know why he was trying so hard to impress her, as he had not really been eager to take this job, yet for some reason he seemed to really enjoy getting positive feedback from her as she mentored him on the job.<br><br><br>He took notice of the way she dressed and couldn't help but find himself occasionally stealing glances at her, while being extremely discrete. She was his boss still, and considerably older than him. When she made him stay late, part of him groaned at the idea of missing out on his personal time, yet another part of him did kind of enjoy it. One night they were both here alone until about 11 and he found his mind entertaining a bit of a fantasy.<br><br><br>He still saw signs of stress on her face from time to time, but noticed she was at least not taking it out on him for the most part, and seemed to actually be trying to be nice to him so he made an attempt to get along.<br><br><br>When she came in and strolled past him without saying hi, his first thought was <em>So it's going to be one of those days</em>, as he rolled his eyes and got back to work. When she made the request, he immediately got to it and made the reservations for the number of people she had requested. <br><br><br>"OK, it's all taken care of" he said as he stopped by her office.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 09:13:30</strong>
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				"Good," she said as she started to type up an e-mail. "Also, please call them back and make a 3 night reservation for one please." She said as she continued to type. "And my attorney will be in today, so when he gets here, please make sure I am not bothered." She tried to smile like it was no big deal. <br><br>Amanda couldn't handle this anymore, she just couldn't. He was driving her insane! Amanda was seriously considering a divorce, but didn't want to talk about it to anyone. As she looked up at Bill she smiled. He was so sweet... a hard wo- no... stop it.... She couldn't think of him like that. SHe needed to stop it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 17:40:35</strong>
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				"Will do Mrs. Rios" he said cheerfully. Things were really picking up with her. He initialy assumed he would hate working with her but she turned out to be quite OK. He spent the better part of the afternoon intercepting people who were heading to her office, ensuring she wasn't bothered. He frequently suggested they e-mail her, and then she would respond when she could. He made a point of dropping by at one point during the day with a treat from Starbucks...his way of trying to give her a smile during an obviously stressful day.<br><br>By the end of the day, Bill finished up his work and sent her the files she needed. He knew that despite her desire to be left alone, she made him drop by every day at the end of the workday before they took off.<br><br>Carefully he knocked on her door, and smiled apologetically for disturbing her. "Ok, all the PineWoods accounts have been sorted and filed. Anything else you need?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 16:29:15</strong>
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				Amanda waited for the attorney to arrive and when he did she spoke with him for a while. A lot of the discussion was about what she owned and what needed to be protected. The other half was about how her husband had changed. <br><br>Later, when she answering all her emails, Bill came in and gave her starbucks. Amanda was happy about that.&nbsp; She was finding herself that she was thinknig about him more and had to stop herself. That was her assistant... and she was old. Twenty-Seven. but he wasn't even twenty yet. She told herself that she had to be less nice to him, and erase her thoughts on him.<br><br>When he walked in she looked at him. "Go." She said coldly. "I expect you at the hotel for dinner by 5:45 to make sure everything is okay with the reservations."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 16:55:17</strong>
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				Bill was a little put off by her coldness towards him as he assumed they were getting along better now, but he wasn't going to let it show. The last thing in the world he was going to do was let her feel that he needed her approval. That would yield her way too much control.<br><br>"Ok" he said formally. "I'll see you there Mrs. Rios"<br><br>Turning, he checked the time and realized that he still had some time for basic admin before heading to the hotel. He spent the next 20 minutes organizing some files on his computer as he prepared to head to the hotel.<br><br>It was a short trip, and Bill was curious how the arrangements would be when he got there. He was not at all disappointed as he entered the front lobby of the hotel. Grand arches, marble floors. This was the kind of place where people of wealth and power held conferences. <br><br>He had to talk to the maitre de about some subtle changes to the seating arrangement as he knew Mrs Rios would want them changed, and then he settled in awaiting her arrival. He didn't want to drink anything just yet as he might end up talking with her in front of some powerful business partners, so he grabbed a coffee and waited.<br><br>When she finally showed up, he had to be careful not to stare. She looked beautiful, and her business suit fitted just perfectly enough to be sexy, but not so much as to look trashy. she looked perfect. She also walked with a confident authority that commanded men to respect her.<br><br>Walking up to her, dilligently making sure to maintain eye contact and not check her out, he welcomed her.<br><br>"Everything is ready Mrs. Rios" he said, eager to escort her into the bar/restaurent area<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 17:18:20</strong>
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				Amanda lied as she entered the hotel, seeing bill dressed up a bit and greeted with a professional hello. As Bill thought, Amanda looked over everything twice, making sure it was all perfect. She herself made a few final and unimportant ajustments and when she was happy with it, she ordered a plate to be served when her table all arrived. <br><br>The men that showed could be timed with a watch, all on time and dressed very very professional. Most of the dinner was casual conversation of how everyone and their families were doing. Amanda didn't even mention her husband. It was near the end of the meal, where business was actually being discussed that Amanda had the scarest look of her face. <br><br>"YOU THINK YOU CAN LEAVE ME?!" Said her voice drunk husband as he entered the restaurant. Amanda tried to pretend like she didn't know him. That only worked for so long though. "Baby, please! I can't live with you!! Please I'll do anything..." His pathetic begging continued as Amanda stood up, embarrassed and tried to pull her weak looking husband away. HE was flailing around like a child and as he grabbed her left hand to see the run was gone. The only thing that remain was a thin tan like where the rim used to be. he only got louder. "I knew it was too small! I'll buy you another one! Don't leave me!" He cried. <br><br>Amanda looked at the potential business partners who by this point seemed annoyed. Looking to Bill for help she panicked a bit. "I see I'm goin to have to reschedule with you all. I'm very very sorry about this..." She said as she struggled to get her husband on his feet. " Bill please pay the tab and for all their cabs. I'm so so sorry..." She said as she lifted her husband up, only for staff to finally arrive to help take him out. Amanda followed them, almost running out with shame all over her. <br><br>15 minutes later, when the men were gone, and her husband sent home, Amanda could be found at the bar with a few shots in front of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 21:34:00</strong>
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				Bill tried to relax during the meal, and was careful to avoid drinking too much as he wanted to make the right impression. He had one glass of wine with his meal which he sipped very slowly, but before he knew it people were offering him drinks and he had to be tactful in the way he handled it. He always tried to politely decline at first, and many accepted that but some did not. When this happened, he tried to assess how important a relationship Mrs Rios had with the person, and if it was an important client, he accepted the drink, but sipped it very slowly. Shots he tried desperately to avoid, and fortunately he managed to maintain sobriety despite the attempts of others to get him drunk.<br><br><br>All the time he kept carefully and discretely stealing glances at Mrs. Rios, admiring not only her attractiveness but her poise, and composure. She was a woman outnumbered by male business sharks who would rush in for the kill at the first scent of blood yet she showed no fear. He hated to admit it but he was developing a bit of a liking for her.<br><br><br>One situation became awkward, when some sort of mergers and acquisitions lawyer for another firm that was in some sort of negotiations with their firm started trying to buy him shooters. She was in her thirties, and her name was Carolyn. She was quite attractive, but Bill knew better than to be anything but professional and courteous with her. Unfortunately as she became more drunk, her sense of propriety and boundaries seemed to diminish. She refused to be called Mrs and insisted he address her as Carolyn. She kept trying to buy him drinks. Bill tried to be courteous with her, as she seemed to be an important person in all of these business negotiations, and clearly had regular dealings with Mrs Rios. He certainly wanted to be polite with her, but at the same time was uncomfortable with how close she was sitting to him. The whole time she was talking to him, she leaned in really close, the alcohol on her breath nearly knocking him over, her eyes locked on his the whole time. She kept laughing at his comments and slapping him in the arm or thigh, and a few times left her hand on his thigh. Under any other circumstances he might have been very flattered by the attention, but now was worried that this might appear unprofessional in front of Mrs. Rios. He was in a bind. He did not want to brush off this lady and upset her as that might piss off Mrs. Rios, yet at the same time he worried she might get pissed off at this spectacle. Fortunately, most of the people around the table were so engrossed in their own conversations, that they didn't notice the way she was flirting with Bill.<br><br><br><em>Please give me a graceful way out of this</em> he thought, as he prayed that Mrs. Rios would not blame him for Carolyn's behaviour.<br><br><br>"So how long have you had a crush on Amanda?" Carolyn whispered in his ear. <br><br><br>"Me...I don't..." Bill stammered, looking over to Mrs. Rios and noting gratefully that she was in a deep conversation with some other execs and hadn't heard that. <br><br><br>"Oh come on" she said. "I can see by the awkward way you look at her".<br><br><br>"I don't look at her...." he whispered back, but he knew his face was turning crimson red and that she had busted him.<br><br><br>She gulped back a full drink, and quickly had the waiter bring another, plus two shooters, and pulled herself in very close. When she handed him the shooter, he accepted and shot it quickly, just to help calm his nerves.<br><br><br>She smiled and leaned in, whispering in his ear her lips lightly brushing it as he tried desperately to think of a way of getting away from this woman, without offending her.<br><br><br>"You look like a cub" she said, leaning in close" All innocent and vulnerable for some cougar to sink her claws into", as her hand started sliding up his thigh. Most guys his age would jump at this, but all he wanted to do was get away from her without pissing her off, since that would piss off Mrs. Rios.<br><br><br>She touched a finger to his chin "I'm not scaring you am I?" she smiled. <br><br><br>Bill was starting to get very uncomfortable when the moment was interrupted by some sort of outburst. Looking over, Bill saw a man who looked very drunk, arguing loudly with Mrs. Rios. He quickly realized this was her husband, or soon to be ex husband. Bill couldn't figure out where he had come from as he wasn't on the guest list. He made such a scene Bill felt bad for Mrs. Rios. He could not fathom why this idiot would do this to her in front of so many clients.<br><br><br>As things heated up, Bill became a bit concerned that he might even hit her, so he stood and moved towards the commotion, as Carolyn grabbed his arm and urged him to stay out of it. Pulling away, he moved closer. He did not want to intervene so long as it was only words, but if her husband slapped her he would jump in. Granted her husband was a big man, but Bill was in better shape, so it might be pretty even. Fortunately, it didn't come to that. The staff showed up and escorted him out.<br><br><br>Bill could see the humiliation on her face after what her husband had done, and he felt terrible for her. Taking care of her instructions, he took care of the bill and cabs, he worried about Mrs Rios. Surely she wasn't going home to him tonight?! He was out of control and anything could happen.<br><br><br>After taking care of all the details, Bill looked around for Mrs. Rios but could not find her and assumed she had left. He desperately needed a drink after all of this. The predatory cougar lawyer, the spectacle with Mrs. Rios's husband...it was ridiculous.<br><br><br>Going back, he grabbed his jacket, and noticed there was a piece of paper shoved into the pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a note that said "Room 314...Carolyn". Tossing the note in the garbage, he made his way to the bar. He was not stupid enough to mess around any of Mrs. Rios's business associates or competitors, and to be frank he found her to come on way to strong.<br><br><br>As he walked up to the bar, he ordered a shot of jack and a beer before he saw Mrs. Rios down at the end of the bar. He prayed the bartender would not humiliate him by asking him for ID, but fortunately the guy saw he was from the event in the conference center and assumed he must be of age. He wasn't sure if she wanted company or not, and realized she might even want to be alone, but now he was genuinely worried. Besides it would be awkward to have her know she saw him, and for him to walk away. Firing back the shooter, he placed the empty shot glass down.&nbsp; Walking up to her, he looked at her, as she sat there looking horribly upset and perhaps even a tiny bit tipsy.<br><br><br>"I just wanted to make sure you were going to be OK. May I sit down?" he asked, gesturing to the bar stool beside her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 22:06:44</strong>
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				Amanda looked at her intern and shrugged as she reached down and tapped her hand on the stool. " would you be okay after that? He must've called the office when he got the letters of divorce." She said, more to herself. "I should told them to avoid all calls from him. That was my fault." She shook her head as she took a shot. "You know, it's hard enough being a 28 year old manager in a mans world, we have to be perfect, on top of everything. Friendly but not so friendly that we are flirting. Available but not really..." She shook her head again and took another shot, this time making a face. "Sorry about Carolyn, I should've warned you that she likes interns and assistants. She's married so don't touch." She added.<br><br>Looking at the table she spoke some more; no longer professional. "He's a jobless peice of weak shit. He lost his job and decided he wanted to stop working and take care of the condo, which he doesn't do. He used to be so smart and full of life. He took charge of things. He acted like a real man. I don't know why it stopped. Maybe it's because I made more money than him... If it bothered him I would've quit..." Shaking her head again she motioned for two more shots and took them one right after the other. "I just wanted a man who'd act like one? Is that so hard?" She looked at him, very seriously, and drunk. <br><br>Amanda looked at Bill, her drunken eyes looking at his features. "You shouldn't be drinking..." She noted. "Not like it matters, they were filling you up. Drink away." She laughed lightly. <br><br>Pulling out her personal credit card she paid for her drinks and his. As she got up she stumbled a little and then held herself. Guiltily she looked at Bill. "You reserved a room for me... Can you help me get to it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 19:34:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bill realized his question was a stupid one, and gave an apologetic look. Of course she wasn't OK. Her husband had just humiliated her in front of clients and rivals. He let her speak, venting about her husband as she let it all out. He felt genuine sympathy for her, yet was careful as he knew she didn't want pity. As a woman in a corporate male world, needing pity is weakness and she can't show that. He just listened and let her get it out of her system as she continued to drink. He wished there was something he could do to help, but he realized that was not likely.<br><br><br>She didn't need him to warn him off about Carolyn of course. He had no intention of getting involved with her. She seemed to look at him more as a snack than a person. Besides, he knew any involvement with her would impact him at work.<br><br><br>She vented for a bit longer, as Bill listened knowing not to say anything. She didn't need advice from someone his age, nor did she need his reassurance. She just needed someone to listen. He smiled sheepishly when she chided him for drinking underage, and realized she was not going to bust him.<br><br><br>When she paid for the drinks and stumbled out of her stool, asking for assistance he immediately stepped up and took her arm carefully to assist until she was standing stable. She seemed a bit wobbly from the heavy drinking, and on high heels that was a recipe for a tumble, so he hoped she did not take offense. Once he was sure she was OK he let go and they walked out. Hitting the elevator, they went to her floor, and as they stepped out, her toe caught the edge of the elevator door, and she stumbled. Bill immediately reacted by grabbing her, as she fell. this resulted in her falling into his arms. For a brief microsecond, he felt his pulse race at having her in his arms like this, but quickly recovered and helped her regain stability, letting go of her as soon as she was stable, hoping she didn't notice his reaction.<br><br><br>He felt a certain intimacy with her, walking to her hotel room, but pushed that thought out of his head, reminding himself that she was the boss, and that he should harbour no illusions. Arriving at her door, he watched as she fumbled to place her key in the lock and finally opened the door. Once she stepped in, he felt a momentary awkwardness. He enjoyed her company at the bar, even if it was to hear her vent, and he hated to end the evening but they were now at the room, and that was his cue to politely excuse himself.<br><br><br>"OK, if you can handle it from here, I'll get going." he said, looking at her. "I hope you feel better tomorrow......and I guess I'll see you Monday"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 08:19:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they got into the elevator, Amanda's heel did something that made her trip and the next thing she knew, Bill was embracing her. As they let go, she awkwardly looked away. The mind was swirling with ideas of him... of them together. She had to stop. She needed to stop. <br><br>When the two arrived at her hotel door and Amanda finally got it opened she looked at him, he for some reason didnt' seem to want to leave and she could tell. Then something he said reminded her... she was going to spend the weekend alone. Quickly grabbing him Amanda looked at him and blushed. <br><br>One hiccup and she gulped a bit, her boss side gone, now looking... innocent and young. "W-Would your girlfriend mind if I asked you to stay?" She had no clue why she was doing this, other than she didn't want to be alone. "You can sleep in the other bed..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phtlc</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 21:37:59</strong>
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				It was an awkward pause as she stared at him, leaving him uncertain as to what she was thinking. When he saw her blush, he assumed it was because he had seen her drunk and at her worse. He waited for her to say goodbye and dismiss him, when she surprised him completely.<br>Did he want to stay overnight? <em>Hell yeah</em> he thought.<br>"Sure" he said a little too eagerly and immediately tried to recover. "I ...uh I mean if it's not an inconvenience....I mean..." he was starting to blush crimson red and he knew it. <em>OK, now you are looking like an idiot in front of her</em> he scolded himself.<br><br>"She's not my girlfriend actually" he said, for some reason wanting to make clear that he was not spoken for. "We're just friends really", this was true, but he realized he was speaking too much, and blushed. <em>shut up Bill</em> he thought.<br><br>"Ok, well thank you" he said, following her into the hotel room. His heart rate started to speed up a bit at the thought of being in Mrs Rios hotel room after a few drinks at the bar. He knew she was just being kind, and perhaps just looking for someone friendly to talk to. <br>Carolyn was right though. He did like Mrs Rios. It was stupid and ridiculous of course. She was a grown woman who associated with powerful corporate career men, and he was just a teenager. He just couldn't stop staring at her when she wasn't looking. Not only in a sexual way like he did the first time, but truly looking at her total beauty. the way she carried herself, the way her delicate fingers typed, the way she chewed her food, so sensually. He would have to control that though. If he let on how infatuated he was with her she might get offended again.<br><br>He stood there waiting to see if she was going to invite him to sit down so they could chat.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intern (BG&amp;phtlc)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja Amethyst</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 22:58:19</strong>
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				"I'm asking you to stay, it's not a problem for me." she said as he answered all too quickly. Amanda didn't get why he was saying she wasn't his girlfriend, but then again he was young it was probably a fuck buddy. She stared at him, he seemed nervous, but she didn't know why. <br><br>Once in the hotel Amanda closed the door and stumbled around the room for a second. She looked around and found the bag she'd requested the counter bring up. Amanda grabbed it and heaved it onto the bed before looking for something to wear. Grabing a large white shirt and a pair of black short shorts she looked at Bill, blushed and then grabbed thekm as she walked into the closet and started to change in the dark. She was drunk, so it made sense. <br><br>When she came out, she put her closed and underclothes in a smaller bag and sighed. "You wanna know the last time I was alone? I was 17. I started dating him and now i don't know how to be alone..." she finished. Amanda stumbled over to the bed and plopped down on it, her hair splaying on the pillow as she laughed. "Hhaha, he was so - god, that was so ---- i should've done this a long time ago.... i should've known better" she frowned as she seemed to space out a bit. 
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