Sugar Sugar Baby Chapter 2 [2] First Day

The first day of my internship at Reed Estates had me buzzing with excitement and nervous energy. As I walked through the grand lobby of the high-rise, everything felt different now that I wasn't just another hopeful interviewee. I had made the cut. But that sense of accomplishment was quickly replaced by a mix of curiosity and confusion as I stepped into the office where the interns were gathering.

The space was sleek and modern—glass walls, leather chairs, and polished desks. But what caught my attention wasn't the decor; it was the interns themselves. I quickly realized that most of them were young men, just like me—well-dressed, sharp-looking, and clearly in good shape. It felt like I'd walked onto the set of some reality show.Out of the twenty or so interns gathered in the room, I counted maybe two or three women. That ratio struck me as odd, especially considering that this was a high-powered real estate firm. What the hell was going on here?I stood near the back, scanning the room as the other guys exchanged pleasantries. Everyone was trying to size each other up without making it obvious, but the tension was palpable. We were all here to compete.A few minutes later, the door swung open, and our manager walked in.She was a middle-aged woman, mid-forties, maybe, with perfectly styled blonde hair and an outfit that looked both professional and expensive. Her suit was tailored to fit her curves, and her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she approached the front of the room. She had a no-nonsense air about her, but the way she carried herself had an undeniable confidence and authority. She commanded the room with just her presence."Good morning, everyone," she said, her voice smooth but authoritative. "My name is Karen Phillips, and I'll be overseeing the internship program for the next three months."Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the sea of young, eager faces. When her gaze landed on me, she paused for just a second before moving on. It was a small thing, but it made my stomach twist."Now," Karen continued, "I'm sure you're all excited to be here. Reed Estates is one of the top real estate firms in the country, and this internship is a rare opportunity to make a name for yourself in this industry."She walked to the front of the room, folding her arms as she looked at us with a hint of a smile. "But let me be clear: this isn't going to be easy. By the end of these three months, only 10% of you will be offered a formal position at this company."There was a murmur throughout the room as the reality of what she was saying set in. 10%. That meant out of the twenty interns here, maybe two or three of us would actually get a job. The rest would be cut.Karen raised an eyebrow, her smile never wavering. "I'm not here to hold your hand or give you participation trophies. You're going to have to earn your place here. And I'll be watching every single one of you."My heart raced as I stood there, trying to process what she'd just said. Only 10%. Shit. I knew this internship would be competitive, but hearing those numbers made it feel real in a way that hadn't hit me before.Karen gestured toward the interns, her eyes sharp. "You're all here because you've got potential. But potential doesn't mean anything unless you put in the work. You'll be given tasks, projects, and responsibilities that will test you. I don't care if you're the smartest person in the room or the most charming. What matters is results."The guys around me straightened up, clearly trying to look as serious and capable as possible. I couldn't blame them. The pressure was already on, and we hadn't even started.Karen paced slowly, her heels clicking on the floor. "I should also mention that we expect a certain level of... professionalism here at Reed Estates. This is a high-stakes business, and our clients expect the best. So, if you're here thinking you can coast through these next few months, think again."She paused, letting the weight of her words hang in the air before continuing. "We're not just looking for people who can sell. We're looking for people who can adapt, who can handle the stress and pressure of this industry. If you can't keep up, you're out."Her eyes narrowed as she looked across the room, and it felt like she was speaking directly to me. "I suggest you get comfortable with the idea that most of you won't make it. Only a select few will be offered positions, and those who do will have earned it."I exchanged a glance with the guy next to me, both of us clearly feeling the intensity of the moment. This was going to be brutal."Now," Karen said, clapping her hands together. "I'll be assigning each of you to a senior agent. They'll be your mentor for the next three months, and they'll be grading your performance. You'll be working directly under them, shadowing them on deals, helping with client meetings, and doing whatever they ask. Their feedback will determine whether you get the job or not."She walked over to the table and picked up a stack of papers. "I've already reviewed all of your resumes, and I've made the assignments. You'll each receive a packet with your mentor's details and your first set of tasks."One by one, she called us up, handing each intern their packet and giving them a quick nod before moving on to the next. When she got to me, she looked me dead in the eyes, her smile tight and professional."Tristan," she said, handing me my packet. "I expect good things from you."I nodded, swallowing hard as I took the papers from her. "Thank you, Ms. Phillips."She didn't say anything else, just gave me a brief nod before moving on to the next intern. I stood there for a moment, staring at the packet in my hands, feeling the weight of everything that had just been thrown at us.I glanced around the room, noticing how every guy in here seemed to be sizing up the competition. 90% of us wouldn't make it. That was the reality. And now, it was up to me to prove I wasn't part of that 90%.As we left the meeting room, the tension was thick. The guy from the interview line—Mr. Confidence himself—smirked as he walked past me. "Hope you're ready for a shitshow, man."I didn't respond, but I could feel my pulse quicken. This was it.The next three months were going to be a fight. And I wasn't about to lose.***The fluorescent lights buzzed above me as I stood outside Karen Phillips' office, unsure of why she had called me in. I had been at Reed Estates for a few weeks now, juggling menial tasks and paperwork. Karen rarely interacted with the interns—unless she had something to bark about."Tristan, come in," Karen's voice echoed through the crack in the door.I stepped inside, feeling the weight of her gaze as she sat behind her pristine desk, her outfit as flawless as ever, like she stepped straight out of some high-end catalog. Her manicured hand gestured to a few boxes piled up against the wall."Help me move those," she said, her voice devoid of any warmth, just pure business. I nodded, heading towards the stack, bending down to lift the first box.Then I felt it. A sharp squeeze on my ass.I froze, my mind racing to process what had just happened. The shock knocked the wind out of me. I shot back up, spinning around to see Karen standing there with a smirk, like nothing was wrong, like it was just another day at the office.I yelped, my heart thudding in my chest. "W-What the hell?"Karen raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow, her lips twisting into a condescending smile. "No need to make a fuss, Tristan.""What the fuck was that?" I stammered, my face burning with both embarrassment and anger. This wasn't happening—this couldn't be happening.She tilted her head, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Relax, Tristan. You're overreacting. It's just a little fun."I stepped back, putting distance between us, my throat dry. "That's... That's inappropriate. You can't do that." My words felt weak, like I was grasping at straws to pull myself back from the brink of panic.Karen's expression hardened, her smile disappearing. "Inappropriate?" She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Why do you think 90% of the interns here are young men?"My stomach twisted at her words. "What... what the hell is that supposed to mean?""It means," she stepped closer, her eyes narrowing, "that if you want to get anywhere in this company, you better stop whining and do as I say."I gulped, my skin crawling at the implication. This couldn't be real. I felt like I was in some twisted, nightmarish version of reality."Look, I don't know what kind of fucked-up game you're playing," I managed to get out, my voice shaky, "but I'm not interested."Karen sighed, as if I was some naive kid who didn't understand how the world worked. "You'll learn, Tristan. Reed Estates doesn't offer permanent positions to just anyone. You think you'll get far by being all righteous?" She laughed, the sound cold and biting. "Please. The ladder's steep, and I'm the one holding the rope. Think about that."My heart raced, and I felt trapped in the room, her eyes boring into mine with the weight of her threat."Now," she said, her voice dropping low, "are you going to be a good boy and move those boxes, or do I need to find someone else who's more... cooperative?"I stood there, every muscle in my body tensed, trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do.***I sat on the bench, staring blankly at the street in front of me. Cars passed by in a blur, but I barely noticed them. My hands gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles white as I tried to shake off the knot tightening in my chest.Karen's words kept playing over and over in my head. "You'll learn, Tristan. I'm the one holding the rope.""Fk..." I muttered under my breath. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I felt sick, like I had swallowed a bag of nails. My mind was spinning, stuck between the rock and the hardest fking place.The job market was already brutal enough without this shit. I was so close to graduating—just a few months away. If I lost this internship, I'd be fucked. No way I'd get another one on such short notice. Hell, I'd be lucky to even graduate with something worth showing on my resume. And Karen knew that. She fking knew."Goddamn it!" I hissed, kicking the ground, my foot scuffing against the concrete. I was trapped, and I knew it. If I reported her, that'd be the end of my career before it even started. No way they'd keep me on. She'd bury me.I looked around at the people walking by, each one of them probably just going about their day, oblivious to the shit storm brewing inside me.Why does this have to be so fked up?I dropped my head into my hands, feeling my pulse throb against my temples. "Shit... I can't lose this gig," I whispered to myself, trying to talk sense into the chaos in my mind. I needed this internship to survive after graduation. I had student loans to think about, rent... everything. Without a job, I wouldn't last long before everything fell apart.But the thought of doing what Karen wanted? That made my skin crawl. The idea of just standing there, letting her walk all over me... It made me feel weak, disgusting. I wasn't that guy. I didn't want to be that guy.I leaned back, staring at the sky, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my chest. "Fk..." The word came out like a hiss, like I could spit out the frustration and it would all just disappear. But it didn't.I wished I could talk to someone, but what the hell could I even say? Hey, my boss is sexually harassing me, and I don't know what to do about it. No one would understand—no one really gives a shit. Guys are expected to just deal with it, suck it up, move on. But I couldn't just move on. Not when my entire future was on the line.I swallowed hard, trying to force the lump in my throat down. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it, still staring at the ground, unsure of WTF I was going to do next.Q: Would you quit the internship if you were Tristan?

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