The Intern Vol. 2

By: Brooke Cumberland

I clench the piece of paper in my fist as I push the mattress back on top of the box spring. I quickly put the sheets and pillows back on before leaving the room.

As I walk down the stairs, I think about the secrets my mom must be hiding—hiding for my dad. Were we always unsafe?

After dinner, I go on a Google hunt for a Samuel Anderson. I have no idea what I’m looking for, and considering it’s an extremely common name, I end up with thousands of Google links. But if it’s important enough for my mom to hide, it has to link to my dad somehow. I can feel it.

I narrow it down and search Samuel Anderson + Nebraska.

No matches.

I try again, this time adding in my dad’s old job title. Samuel Anderson + insurance broker.


This is going to be so much harder than I thought.


My room still smells like her. Well, a blend of her anyway. Mixed with me. And sex.

Lots and lots of sex.

After last night’s events and the alcohol finally wearing off, I can finally think straight. As much as my body craves and desires Ceci, I need to start thinking with my other head.

As soon as I arrive to work, I tell Erika to get me Ceci’s file and her guidance counselor on the phone. I was supposed to check her references three weeks ago. And with the suspicion building up inside me, I have to know. I need to know for certain that she is who she says she is to get over this huge lump in my chest. I can’t let my need for her take over my ability to protect my father’s company.

“Here you are, Mr. Leighton. Everything’s in there.” Erika gently places the file on my desk and quietly leaves without another word. Let’s just say, she’s been well-trained. I don’t do small talk and chit-chat.

I immediately open it up and rack my brain about the details of her interview. It wasn’t that long ago, but for some reason, it feels longer.

Casey West. 21. Senior. University of Nebraska.

I remember the exact way she looked the day of her interview. Sophisticated and put together on the outside, fearless and strong on the inside. A deadly combination…

I look over her transcripts, her letters of recommendation, and college awards. It’s obvious she’s extremely bright. Her professors rave about her skills, her ability to learn quickly, and her desire for journalism and criminology. It’s perfect.

Perhaps a little too perfect.

Thinking back to her, I decide to do a Facebook and Google search on Ceci. Something I don’t typically do on my colleagues because I don’t need to. Everything is usually broken down in the criminal background and security check. Yet, nothing popped up for Ceci. Her record was spotless.

I find Google records of her license, registration, and insurance. I find a Twitter account that looks as if it has never been used, and a Facebook account that’s set to private. However, I notice the profile picture isn’t of her face. Her back is angled to the camera as her shirt falls off her shoulder, her body turned away. Her hair is a darker blonde and swept to one side with light curls.

I stare at it and notice how vulnerable she looks—unlike how she acts in real life. There’s so much I don’t know about her, so much that she could be hiding.

My phone rings and distracts me from my thoughts. I quickly exit out of all the screens before answering it.


“Sir, Professor Hennings is on line one for you.”

I thank her and quickly switch the line over.

“Hello, this is Bentley Leighton from Leighton Enterprises,” I greet. “Thank you for calling me back, Mr. Hennings.”

“Hello, Mr. Leighton. How may I help you?”

I can tell it’s an older gentleman by the raspy tone in his voice. I only plan to get a few details about Ceci because now all I can think about is she and that pretty little mouth of hers.

“Yes, I was wondering if you could give me some information on one of your students. A Miss Casey West. She applied to an internship program here a while ago and actually received it. My apologies for not contacting you sooner on this matter, but I thought we should at least communicate about her references.”

I hear him clear his throat before responding. “Uh, Casey West, you say?”

“Ah, yes, sir. She’s one of your students?”

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