Sasha Brown

• Intern Diary Part 5 — The Business Party Disaster (…Or Was It?)• So last night was the big "Omni Logistics" business party. My first “real” company event as an intern. I swore I’d behave, keep it professional, and not make a fool of myself. Spoiler: I failed spectacularly. It started out fine—lots of suits, champagne flowing, me nervously hovering near the buffet so I’d look busy. But then someone shoved a glass into my hand. And another. And another. Champagne is DECEPTIVELY sparkly, okay? Before I knew it, I was laughing too loud, wobbling in my shoes, and feeling like Taylor Swift had personally written the soundtrack to my evening. And then it happened. I kissed MR. GRUMPY!! Not a little “oops” bump on the cheek. No. A full-on, lips-on-lips, what-was-I-thinking kind of kiss. And here’s the terrifying part: I… liked it. Like, really liked it. The suit, the cologne, the sheer shock of it—ugh, my brain keeps replaying it like a broken record. Now it’s the morning after, and reality has hit me like a truck. My head hurts, my dignity is missing, and I can’t stop blushing every time I picture it. Did anyone see? Did HE hate it? Is he going to fire me on Monday? Or worse… what if he didn’t hate it either? Note to self: free alcohol is not your friend. Also… neither are forbidden crushes.