The Heiress Turned Intern

"Yvonne Thornton is so annoying! She openly opposed me being made group leader this morning, and just now, she tried to argue with me again."

"Really?" Garreth murmured as he wrapped his arm around Tiffany's slender waist, pinning her entirely in the dim corner. "Leave it to me. I'll make sure she doesn't last until the end of this internship."

Following that, the silent stairwell was filled with unseemly suggestive sounds.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, but at the same time, I found it amusing.

I was curious to see exactly how they planned to make me leave before the internship ended.

Sure enough, I was called into Garreth's office first thing the next morning.

"Why didn't you submit the materials I assigned you yesterday? If you can't even complete the most basic tasks, you do not need to stay any longer."

So this was their grand plan? How disappointing.

I looked at Garreth with a cold expression. "Did Tiffany report me to you?"

"She gave an accurate account of the situation, and I'm handling it impartially," he replied.

I almost laughed out loud. Impartially, huh?

"The documents you assigned me were all from cases over 15 years ago. The company website already has them archived. A simple search would show they don't need to be reorganized." I shrugged as I asked, "Or have you never even looked at the company website?"

"I—of course, I've seen it!"

Garreth's face turned bright red at my response. He clearly wasn't prepared for my response. "I was just testing your attitude, that's all!"

He sure was desperate not to humiliate himself.

Of course, I didn't press the issue further. After all, I still wanted to make a strong impression during my internship and prove my capabilities.

Garreth cleared his throat twice and said, "I also heard you had a conflict with your colleagues in the office yesterday.

"I know you're unhappy with my arrangements, but things don't always go smoothly once you enter the workplace. You're still young; there's a lot you need to learn in the future."

If I hadn't caught Garreth and Tiffany's affair, I might have actually believed he had my best interests at heart.

After leaving Garreth's office, I headed back to my desk, only to see a crowd gathered around my workstation.

As soon as Fiona saw me, she raised her voice and announced, "People can be so shameless! I can't believe they're pretending to be all high and mighty while secretly doing shady things!"

"Fiona, don't say that. After all, we're coworkers. Maybe Yvonne was just curious and borrowed it to take a look," Tiffany chimed in, tugging at Fiona's hand with a pitiful expression.

"What now? The thief can't handle being called out? How ridiculous!"

What on earth were they stirring up this time?

Frowning, I pushed my way through the crowd.

Fiona was relentless. "Yvonne, you still have the nerve to sit here after stealing Tiffany's Cartier watch!"

I paused slightly. I have an entire row of Cartier watches at home that I don't even bother wearing. Why would I need to steal one?

"When did you see me steal it?" I retorted. "Don't make baseless accusations without evidence."

"In that case, open your drawer for everyone to see!"

Right then, Tiffany stepped forward. "Yvonne, if you like the watch, I can buy you a new one. But this one was my mom's keepsake. It's very important to me."

Their coordinated act practically nailed me as the thief.

I had a sinking feeling in my chest. The watch must be in my drawer. Fiona wouldn't have so confidently gathered everyone as witnesses otherwise.

Every desk drawer had a lock, but given Tiffany and Garreth's relationship, it wouldn't be difficult for Tiffany to get a spare key.

Seeing me hesitate, Fiona became even more smug. "What's the matter? Feeling guilty, thief?"

I glanced at the small surveillance camera above us and smirked coldly. "Whoever stole it knows exactly what they've done."

I unlocked the drawer. Sure enough, there lay a Cartier Ballon Bleu watch inside.

But to my surprise, on the side of the watch was a tiny engraved inscription.

Y.T.—my initials.