An Intern Threw Coffee On Me—Then Claimed Her Husband Was The CEO

The lobby returned to its normal rhythm.

I leaned against the reception desk, feeling a wave of exhaustion. David approached with a bottle of water.

“Drink some water, Catherine. You did well. Your father would be so proud.”

I took a small sip. “David, I’m so tired.”

He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Of course it hurts. You’re human. But you were continue reading …