Chapter 3Intern Thinks I Am Her Driver

"So? Are you coming or not?" Brianna demanded. "I’m telling you, once my family takes over, everyone is going to have to answer to us. You should be begging to get on my good side."

I smiled into the darkness. "Actually, I’m not really the 'begging' type. If your family is as powerful as you say, I’m sure you can find your own way home. Goodnight, Brianna."

I blocked her number.

A moment later, a notification popped up on my laptop, which was synced to my work messages. She’d found my internal employee ID.

You're dead, you low-life grease monkey. I’m not just getting you fired. I’m going to make sure you’re blacklisted from the entire industry. You’ll never hold a wrench in this city again.

I stared at the screen, genuinely impressed by the sheer delusion. I’m worth eleven billion dollars, and a twenty-two-year-old intern was threatening to blacklist me from my own industry. My friends at the Country Club would never let me live this down.

But the humor was fading. If Rick Dalton was using his position to shake down employees and build a nepotistic shadow government, he wasn't just a bad manager. He was a liability.

I pulled up my contacts and messaged Robert Foster, the VP of the branch.

Cassie here. Call an all-hands meeting for tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM sharp. No exceptions. No excuses.

Robert replied within seconds. Understood, Ms. Callahan. I'll take care of it.