The Intern Volume OneBy: Brooke Cumberland
She’s sexy, fierce, and a loud-mouthed know-it-all...and she’s completely off limits.
Cecilia isn’t your typical college student. Hell, she isn’t a college student at all, but that doesn’t stop her from applying for one of the biggest and prestigious enterprises in the Midwest.
She wants it. She takes it.
She doesn’t let anything get in her way when it comes to finding out the truth.
When Bentley Leighton, soon-to-be CEO of Leighton Enterprises, meets “Ceci,” he’s instantly impressed. He doesn’t have time to train a new intern. However, when he sees her that first day, his intentions begin to change.
He’s the boss. She’s the intern.
Nothing can happen. It’s against the company rules.
Then again, rules were made to be broken.
What starts as innocent flirting becomes raveled up into so much more—secrets, lies, deceit.
*The Intern is a three-part romantic suspense serial.*
Not suitable for readers under 18.
EVERY LITTLE GIRL has a hero, someone they look up to. To little girls, their dad is everything to them. My dad was my everything. My hero, my role model, my best friend.
I was eleven years old when my world shattered—came to a crashing halt. Laughing and living a carefree life was easy when you were oblivious to the world’s cruelty. That was when I had my first real life lesson. The world is a cruel place.
My little brother and older sister were outside with me jumping in and out of the sprinklers on a hot summer day in Omaha. It was our favorite thing to do together, something we couldn’t fight about. My dad was sitting at the patio table reading his newspaper and drinking his coffee like he did every Saturday morning. From the outside, we were the perfect suburban family.
On the inside—lies, hatred, and secrets.
I witnessed something that day that’ll always be imbedded into my mind. I also have the evidence to prove it...on my very own skin.
AFTER SEVEN YEARS, the memory is still seared into my mind. Everything about that day. That moment.
I rub my shoulder as I always do when I think about him. That’s where I have the scar—the memory—of what that day entailed.
I engross myself into every crime and detective show possible. I’m fascinated with everything relative to murder or criminal cases. I know it’s an odd fascination, but it’s all I know. It’s all I’ve wanted to know.
I’m not your ‘typical’ high school girl. I don’t wave pom-poms around, wear short skirts to get boys to notice me, or even bury my head in a book studying. I’m not any of those, so if that’s what you’re hoping to get, it’s time to adjust your expectations.
I’m that girl in Chemistry getting an ear full right now. I’m the one that was so damn distracted that I blew up my Bunsen burner and nearly the entire school. I’m the one that’s fascinated with everything I shouldn’t be. The one who doesn’t have to work to get a guy’s attention or cares about popularity. The one distracted by my past, and it won’t ever go away until I know the truth of that day.
* * *
“Miss West, what a surprise to see you in here.” Principal Jamison smirks at me from across his desk. I cross my arms and legs as I prepare for another lecture.
“It was an accident,” I begin to explain.
“I’m sure it was, Cecilia. But you’ve been having quite a few accidents lately.”
I shrug as if I’m bored, which I am. I’ve heard it all from Mr. Jamison.
“Seeing as you didn’t intentionally blow it up, and you didn’t harm anyone I’m going to let this slide. But—”
I roll my eyes. There’s always a freaking but.
“I need your mother to sign this form.” He hands me a typed out form explaining what I’ve done and what matters are going to be taken for my actions. I grab it from his hands and stuff it in my purse.
“Fine. Anything else?”
“No, Miss West. But please, try not to burn anything else. I’d rather like to keep this place in one piece.”
I stomp up and grab my bag that’s hanging on the chair. I turn my back and head for the door without saying another word—instead I flash him the bird.