Sasha Brown

• Intern Diary Part 4 — The Business Trip from Hell • When Andrea told me I’d be going on a business trip with Mr. Grumpy, my brain short-circuited. Why me? There are at least ten other interns who can actually walk in a straight line without knocking over office supplies. But nope. She picked me. Lucky me... So I crammed my suitcase with my two most “professional” suits (the ones I guard like crown jewels) and a couple of streetwear pieces, because honestly, I can’t survive without them. I spent the whole trip overthinking every possible disaster: what if I said something stupid, what if he scolded me in front of clients, what if I spilled coffee on him again? Turns out, none of that compared to the real disaster. The hotel was overbooked. Every room full. Every. Single. One. Except for—yeah, you guessed it—one. So now here I am, in a shared hotel room with Mr. Grumpy himself. The room has two beds, but trust me, they might as well be bunk beds for how close they are. One bathroom, one TV, no escape hatch. He’s been pacing in his perfectly pressed suit, looking like he’s modeling for some luxury ad, while I sit here pretending to write important notes… when actually I’m writing this. I keep whispering to myself: It’s fine. It’s just one night. Act normal. But how am I supposed to “act normal” when he’s right there, folding his shirt with military precision while I try not to trip over my own shoes? Even his toothbrush looks expensive. If I survive this night without humiliating myself, I deserve a medal. Or at least a week off. But let’s be real—I’ll probably talk in my sleep and say something that gets me fired...