Thank you to everyone for your feedback and encouragement!! The categories that these stories go in will likely change, as her internship progresses (and also because I don't really know what I am doing??) so I am sorry for any confusion! The themes will probably change a little each week as Rachel becomes a little more adventurous ;)
That being said, this week is very different than her first week, I really hope you like it! :)
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When I came into the office the next morning, I was disappointed to find out that Vivienne was gone for the rest of the week. While some of the displeasure was due to the missed opportunities for filming (I had grossed almost two thousand from the night before), I found myself increasingly upset by the fact Vivienne hadn't told me. She had simply kissed me goodbye and left without mentioning her trip.
I reminded myself constantly that she was under no obligation to inform me of her travel plans, but my emotional response was a little concerning. Was I developing feelings for my boss?
I had to do my best to ignore the feelings during work hours. Monday I would begin my first week at my second magazine internship, Gent, giving me some much-needed space from the office that served to remind me of the skillfulness of Vivienne and her ability to bring to a climax. Instead, I focused on daily tasks at hand, ignoring the clenching feeling between my legs I felt whenever Vivienne's name was mentioned.
I had also refused to log on and broadcast myself. It felt different now. While I was financially set for the rest of the month, thanks to the past two filming nights with Vivienne and my modest internship paycheck, something about filming with Vivienne made any other attempt to make money that way seem fake and forced. She had made being a cam girl genuinely pleasurable. I couldn't go back online without her.
Plus, I was sure my viewers wouldn't be okay with me just dancing around anymore. I had upped the game. I spent my weekend off-line, worried about where my mind would take me and how much stalking I would do of my boss.
By Monday, the time apart had done me some good. I was excited about being at Gent for my second week of the internship and I picked up the new tasks quickly. The office definitely had a different vibe. While Flair was hip and chic, Gent took a more masculine approach to decorating. The offices were darker, the desks and chairs metallic in theme. I enjoyed seeing the differences between the magazines, but occasionally I would be hit with what felt like homesickness whenever I thought of Flair, and Vivienne.
A difference between the internships I hadn't expected, though, was that each intern was assigned to an executive assistant to assist them in their duties. I was assigned to a bookish, mousy girl named Chrissy. She was efficient but lacked personality. She was easy to get along with, though. Her boss, impressively, was John McAlister.
John was the CEO of the magazine. His management approach was different than Vivienne's. He seemed kinder, but there was something a little off about him that I couldn't quite place. While his gaze occasionally lingered to long on my breasts or legs, he never did anything that made me feel concerned. He was just the average slightly lecherous man, as far as I could tell.
By Wednesday, I felt relatively proficient in most of my intern duties. This came in handy, as Chrissy was diagnosed with pneumonia and was ordered on bed rest, resulting in me getting a mock-promotion to fulfill all of her duties as well as my own.
I took the opportunity as a chance to really prove myself, so show how I was a quick learner and a capable intern. All day on Thursday I ran errands, answered the phones, and brought coffee whenever asked.
At the end of the day on Thursday, John called in from his office and asked me to meet him inside. I did as I was told, entering his massive corner office. He ignored me at first, reading something on his computer..
What is with bosses and ignoring their insubordinates? It must be some kind of power play.
If so, it works.
As I waited, I looked out the windows at the other building surrounding us. I wondered what those people were doing, and if they ever looked in to see what was happening in here.
"Tomorrow I have meetings all day, so I won't be around much." He finally spoke. I snapped to attention. "Please make sure everything gets mailed on time." He said, still not looking at me. I stared at his profile. He was attractive, his graying hair and five-o-clock shadow made him mature, wise.
I fidgeted.
"I expect you to be here should I need anything from the office." He said sternly.
"Yes, of course sir." I said. He glanced over to me for a moment, assessing me, before he looked back at his computer.
"You did well today. Your name?"
"Rachel."
"Good night Rachel."
"Good night Mr. McAlister."
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Friday was chaotic. John was in and out all day, like he had said. I spent most of my time taking messages and trying to keep up with his changing schedule. Much to my dismay, urgent meetings kept getting scheduled later and later.
At least the next day was Saturday, so I could recover. That thought kept me going. I ordered in dinner for John and delivered it to him, then left him alone, sitting at my desk. The phone had quieted now that it was past five. Most normal people were enjoying their weekends already.
I sighed, leaning my elbow on my desk, and knocking over my drink.
