Just An Intern

POV Hazel.

Where on earth is the gentle, laughing Mr. Blackwood from that Thursday night?

I sit frozen at my desk, staring blankly at the polished wood. Today, I am subjected to a distant, painfully unreadable man whose furious, manufactured reaction to a slightly-burnt cup of coffee has the entire Floor 39 office buzzing. I can feel their eyes on the back of my neck. I can hear the senior exec