That Time I Lost My Internship For Punching The Sleazebag Boss And Ended Up Dating A Beautiful Mother And Daughter [Minibit & MH Hati]

[Moon Hound Hati]

 

Mark Miller wasn’t really someone that stood out from the crowd in any grandiose way. He was just a twenty-year-old in the second year of his bachelor’s degree in accountancy, with plans to pick up a minor in something finance-related the year after, currently doing an internship with Smith and Son Inc., a large investment company that had a lot of fingers in a lot of pies. It happened that his mother had been friends since childhood with one of the board members of the company, which is how he’d gotten the internship, to begin with. After today though… He’d probably have to apologize to his mother.

Being an intern at Smith and Son was about the same as it was in most places; sometimes you did stuff that was actually relevant to your studies and allowed you to gain some work experience, and other times you were basically just fetching coffee and doing other menial tasks for full-time workers. Today was such a day.

It had been about a month since he’d started the internship, but he’d heard plenty of rumors about Mr. Brown, the head of finance, in that time. The man was allegedly a sleazeball, from what Mark was told, with a penchant for sexually harassing female coworkers in lower positions, particularly ones that couldn’t afford to lose their job. Of course, to Mark, these were just rumors without much evidence, but today… Today those rumors would be proven to be true. After having just entered Mr. Brown’s personal office with coffee and tea poured into porcelain cups for the man and his guest, one Mrs. Conwell, if he recalled correctly, to enjoy, he walked into a most unpleasant scene as Mr. Brown reached out towards the blonde lady as they sat beside each other on a couch and cupped a feel of her chest.

“Come now, Mrs. Conwell, I--” But the sentence was cut short by a fist that came flying straight into his jaw, preluded just a mere moment before by the clattering and shattering of porcelain on the floor.

“You dirtbag!” Mark hissed with clear disgust and seething anger displayed on his face, grabbing Brown by the collar of his overpriced silk shirt. There was some deep-seated anger there, an emotional snare that was hit when he witnessed the act of sexual harassment. It didn’t matter if weasel of a man either not noticed Mark or ignored him, this was not something the latter would ever let slide. Had he been thinking clearly for a moment, he’d have lamented the fact that he was throwing away his internship with a single swing of his arm, and possibly his entire future career, but that it was worth it.