Page 48 of Interning For A Billionaire

“I’m looking for my passport,” I said exasperated. “Looks like I left it back home. I thought I’d brought it with me, but it’s not here.”

“Do you even have a passport?” Brianna asked me, an eyebrow lifted. I gave her a dirty look.

“Yes, I do. We went to Canada on a cultural exchange trip in high school.”

“It probably expired anyway,” she said.

We had become friendlier recently. It had helped that she had found a new boyfriend and Greg was something of the past.

“What do you need it for anyway?” she asked, leaning in my doorway.

I stood up and faced her.

“It’s going to sound a bit insane,” I said.

“Try me,” Brianna said, sipping hot chocolate from a mug.

“Michael wants to take me to Mexico for the weekend.”

“No shit!” she sounded impressed. “Things are getting serious with this guy.”

“But no passport, no Mexico!” I complained.

“I wish I had your problems,” she said, but with a laugh. “My boyfriend can barely afford to take me for Mexican food, never mind Mexico!”

“I know,” I said, sinking onto my bed, a bit embarrassed. “I can’t believe it myself. Who flies to Mexico for the weekend?”

“Rich people,” Brianna said. She came to sit next to me on the bed.

“But enjoy it while you can. Who knows how long this will last?”

She was right.

I called Michael and fortunately he hadn’t booked flights yet.

“What about Hawaii?” he asked.

I’d never been to Hawaii.

“I’d love that!” I said, feeling excitement mount. “Can we do that, though?”

“Of course!” He said. “We’ll take Monday off too.”

“I don’t know… Josie…” I said.

“Don’t worry about Josie,” he said. “I’m sending her to a recruitment conference in L.A. She won’t be thinking about anything else for the next week.”

But I did worry about Josie.

She was beginning to notice that something was going on with Michael. She’d come up to me at work yesterday, looking up at Michael’s office and seeming thoughtful.

“You ok?” I asked.

“Yeah… I don’t know… I think Michael might be seeing someone,” she said. She didn’t sound happy about that.

“Really? Why?” I tried to keep my voice steady and almost disinterested.

“He’s just… less focused on work. He’s been coming in later, leaving earlier. Going on long lunches…”

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