A young woman arrives at a company expecting to take charge, only to be dismissed by a trainee who mistakes her for a valet and orders her to move her car. Her arrival sets up a clash between old-guard arrogance and a new authority determined to prove who really runs the business.
Let me warn you, I was hired personally by Mr. Sinclair himself. You could never. Are you asking all this because you want to intern here? Please, look at yourself first. God, you almost made me forget my baby's still in the car. She yanked open the back door and pulled out a small white dog, fluffy coat,
silver tag around its neck, a word engraved on it being. My head buzzed. What is that? Are you insane? Bean cost Mr. Sinclair $5,000 to get me.
If you hurt him, can you even afford to pay? He knew that a few years ago I'd lost a baby, and the nickname I'd picked for that baby was Bean. How could he?
Fine. You don't need to come upstairs. Breaking company rules, back-talking executives in public. We don't hire troublemakers who think they're special. You're an intern.
What authority do you have to make hiring decisions? Mr. Sinclair said Brielle calls the shots on internal affaders. She's the only intern in the company. She's just learning executive decision-making early.
What's it to you? You should really just move your car and apologize to Briella. Maybe she'll let it go. Yeah, she was being generous letting you park next door in the first place.
Just then, a girl in the corner of the crowd, sweating through her blouse, gave my sleeve a small tug. Hey, it's really only a 20-minute walk. Not that far.
It's over 100 degrees out there. There's a hurricane warning next week. Have you really been walking in that for years? Nobody said anything?
It's okay. Okay, just get up a little earlier, and it's...