It hit me like the proverbial Mack truck. The first time I saw her, I felt like I’d been swept away by the ocean. Every single cliché I had ever heard came to mind.
So there I was- twenty one years old, at my very first day at my new internship. It’d taken a fair bit of running-around and pulling strings to land that two month stint. A couple of hours later I was sitting around when she walked up to me and said, “Hey, you’re jobless aren’t you? I need a piece of research done.”
“Right. Okay.” I said.
She gave me instructions and walked off, and popped right back in a couple of seconds. “I’m Ragini”, she said, extending her hand.
Later that night I dropped by her cubicle, to hand in my research. She was beyond doubt, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And it didn’t stop there. All day I had observed her- her aura, the way she made smoking look so sexy, the perfect O her mouth formed when she blew the smoke out. And her voice! I could imagine that low, husky voice whispering in my ear. She was the kind you wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
The next morning she came up to me. “Good job yesterday. Come over to my cubicle in half an hour. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
The rush I felt at that moment was unknown and wholly unexpected. Never in all my existence had such a feeling of euphoria come over me. So later, I went over to her cubicle.
She gestured towards a chair in front of her briefed me on a scenario. “Now how do we get the company to pay us our money?”
I did figure it out. It took me that day and the next, but I did figure it out. I had to. I went over to her again with the note I’d made.
“We have a way out.” I said.
I handed over my note to her, my sizeable, comprehensive note. The note I’d slaved over for more than twenty hours.
When she was done reading, she looked up with a beatific smile and said, “You are now officially my favourite intern ever.”
And I floated out of the room.
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i want to hear what happens next
Something must have happened in that cubicle that we don’t totally hear about. 
Great story by the way…
And don’t we all love good suspense.
Good work Jane.