Chapter 807: Spoils of War
Hannah thought interning at a top global company would teach her a lot, but she ended up sitting alone at her desk all day.
Even though everyone accepted her dinner invitation, they didn't treat her like a colleague or give her any work.
Whenever she tried to find something to do, they just brushed her off.
At lunch, she took her lunchbox to the rooftop terrace and ate alone.
Thinking about how everyone treated her, she lost her appetite and just poked at her food with her chopsticks.
Charles stepped onto the terrace and saw someone in his usual spot. The back looked familiar, but just as he was about to approach, his phone rang.
He saw the person take out their phone and say, "Stella," in a listless voice.
Hearing the name, Charles paused. Stella? So, this is Hannah?
To confirm, he heard Hannah say, "It's been terrible! They know I got in with someone's help, so they look down on me and don't give me any work. I sat at my desk doing nothing for half a day! When I asked for work, they ignored me. Stella, I feel like such a failure. If I knew it would be like this, I would've gone to a smaller company. If this keeps up, I'll quit! I came to learn, not to be ostracized."
Hearing "ostracized," Charles raised an eyebrow and moved closer to listen.
Whatever Stella said, Hannah replied, "Tonight? I can't; I have a department dinner. Maybe I can clear up misunderstandings. Our department director is nice! He even showed me around today. The dinner was his idea."
"The dinner location? It's right across from our company."
"Yes, Starlight Bistro, second floor, Twilight Terrace."
"It might end late."
"Don't worry, I won't drink. I'll take a cab home."
"Tomorrow then! We'll celebrate my new job tomorrow."
Charles could guess what Stella was saying from Hannah's responses.
"I won't be discouraged! If I can't stay here, I'll leave! I'm excellent; I'll find another internship!"
"Okay, I won't let it affect my mood!"
"I'm eating on the rooftop terrace. I made my favorite burrito."
Hearing "burrito," Charles's eyes widened. Violet's favorite food was also burritos. What a coincidence.
He expected Hannah's favorite food to be something else. Thinking of this, Charles unconsciously tightened his grip on his phone.
Hannah and Stella chatted a bit longer before hanging up. Hannah put her phone back in her pocket, sat for a while, then started eating.
Charles glanced at her and then left.
The afternoon was just like the morning. Hannah still sat alone all afternoon.
After work, Gordon came out of his office right on time, clapped his hands, and said, "Don't leave yet, everyone. We're heading to Starlight Bistro, Twilight Terrace! Let's go together."
Everyone agreed enthusiastically.
Once they wrapped up their work, they grabbed their briefcases and headed to the restaurant across the street.
They ordered almost all the expensive dishes on the menu.
No one seemed to mind and kept pushing Hannah to drink.
She wanted to refuse, but they kept pouring drinks for her.
Thinking she had to stay at this company for two more months, she reluctantly drank.
One drink led to another, and then another.
After five drinks, Hannah felt dizzy, her stomach churning, and the alcohol rising to her throat.
"No, I can't; I feel terrible; I want to throw up."
She pushed them away, covered her mouth, and rushed to the bathroom.
"Hannah, there's a bathroom in the private room; why are you running out, Hannah," her colleagues called after her, but she was already gone.
Hannah held back her churning stomach, ran to the bathroom, and leaned over the sink, vomiting everything out.
She even cried.
She knew there was a bathroom in the private room.
She ran out to take a breather.
She knew they were making her drink on purpose.
But to get along with them, she had to drink.
She hoped that after tonight, they would stop holding a grudge and get along with her.
Unfortunately, they weren't letting her off that easily. Dorothy Jackson pushed open the bathroom door, saw she had finished vomiting, and pulled her out.
"Come on, let's go back and keep drinking! They told me to bring you back."
Hannah was so dizzy she almost fell in the hallway, but a pair of hands caught her.
Her mind was foggy, and she tried to see who was holding her, but everything was blurry.
Dorothy gave an evil smile and said, "Mr. Cunningham."
Gordon waved her off, signaling her to leave.
Dorothy immediately left.
Everyone knew Gordon liked to take advantage of new interns, regardless of gender.
Almost every intern in their department had a sexual relationship with Gordon.
Unfortunately, he had powerful connections, and no one dared to challenge him, so they silently endured.
Tonight's dinner was specifically arranged for Hannah.
After tonight, Gordon would have another trophy.
After Dorothy left, Gordon's eyes roamed over Hannah like a snake, ready to devour her.
He held her in his arms and said, "Hannah, you're drunk. Come on, I'll take you home."
Hannah was completely out of it.
Her feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, and she wobbled as she walked.
She had no idea where she was or where she was going, passively following Gordon out.
As they walked, she kept saying, "My head hurts..."
Gordon coaxed, "Be good, it won't hurt soon. I'll make you very happy."
Hannah couldn't hear him, only knowing that her head hurt and she felt terrible.
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