The Intern Treated the Billionaire Like Her Chauffeur

The new intern at the company had been bumming rides home with me every single day. Since we lived in the same direction, I never said anything about it.

Until one weekend, well past midnight, when I was dead asleep and my phone rang. Her voice came through like a command:

"I'm at Encore Karaoke Lounge. Get over here and take me home."

I sat up, irritated.

"It's two in the morning. Don't you think calling me to come pick you up is a little presumptuous? I'm not your chauffeur."

She let out a cold scoff, dripping with arrogance.