My Entitled Intern Tried to Ruin Me, So I Left Her on the Highway

Working overtime until 11 PM, I dragged my exhausted body into my car. Suddenly, the intern slid into the passenger seat.

"Claire, there are no buses running this late. You need to drive me home."

I kept a polite smile on my face. "You live in the far suburbs. It’s over an hour's round trip. If I drive you, I won’t get any sleep tonight."

She and I didn't live in the same direction at all. I unlocked the doors and gestured for her to get out.

To my surprise, she buckled her seatbelt. "I've been working my butt off doing overtime until now. As my manager, shouldn't you drive me?