Kline Brooks left his new intern, Leslie, under my watchful eye while he flew out to L.A. for the day to schmooze investors and impress potential advertising clients for TapNext. I was certain she had been sent straight from Hell. The devil might as well have wrapped a big red bow around her neck and attached a note. Dear Georgie, Have fun with this one. Love, Satan I'd
Kline Brooks entrusted his new intern, Leslie, to my supervision while he traveled to Los Angeles to pitch ideas to investors and attract advertising clients for TapNext. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was convinced she was sent to test my patience. She seemed to embody chaos, as if the worst kind of mischief had been intentionally placed in my path.
The situation felt almost comical, like a prank orchestrated by the universe. I couldn't shake the feeling that Leslie was a challenge designed for me specifically, complete with a humorous note framing her as a gift from the devil. It was as if I was expected to endure the trial of managing this unruly intern while Kline was off making important connections.
