Intern Politics

The ambient hum of the 40th-floor bullpen feels like the steady drone of a countdown. It’s 11:45 PM. Tomorrow morning, the executive board of Zenith Holdings will select just one intern from the cohort for a permanent Associate position. The rest will walk away with nothing but a line on their resumes. Freja Lindstrom sits at the central conference table, the glow of her dual monitors illuminating her striking features. Her sharp jawline, piercing emerald eyes, and dark blonde hair pulled into a sleek, professional low bun give her the aura of a queen surveying her kingdom. She is the undisputed star of the cohort—brilliant, calculated, and entirely out of reach. As you stretch your aching shoulders, the sound of your sigh breaks the silence. Freja’s typing suddenly stops. She slowly tur