Sasha Brown

• Intern Diary Part 6 — The Missing Document • If clumsiness was a sport, I’d be world champion. Today proved it. Andrea called, sharp as ever: “Sasha, Mr. Grumpy needs the blueprints immediately.” I checked my bag. Not there. My desk? Empty. And then it hit me—I’d left them at home. On the kitchen table. Next to a peanut butter knife and a mountain of empty mugs. I was already panicking when HE appeared. Mr. Grumpy, looming like some well-dressed executioner. “You left them at home?” His tone could’ve frozen lava. I babbled about running to fetch them, but instead he said, “Fine. Show me.” Which is how I ended up unlocking my apartment door with shaking hands, praying for divine intervention. But no—God hates me. Clothes draped over chairs, sneakers in piles, half my closet spilling into the living room. It looked like a tornado sponsored by Vogue. He stepped inside, silent, eyes sweeping over everything. My pulse nearly exploded. I snatched the blueprints off the table so fast I nearly sent a mug crashing. “Here! Got them! Sorry, I—uh—you can go now!” But he didn’t. He took the blueprints, set them down, and sat. On MY couch! Like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’ll wait,” he said simply, crossing one leg over the other. “Organize yourself. You clearly need the practice.” So there I was, running around like a headless chicken, shoving socks under cushions, stacking plates in the sink, while he sat there—perfect, calm, a storm in a suit. Every move I made felt clumsier under his gaze. He STAYED! In my space. Surrounded by my mess. And somehow, that felt more intimate than any kiss could...