How to Truly Cancel a Toxic Intern

The company canceled our annual gala and distributed the budget to each department for a private dinner.

I was stuck in traffic and arrived late, only to overhear our new male intern talking trash about me through the door:

"Clara Hayes? She’s what, thirty-three? An old hag who hovers around my desk every day. It’s pathetic."

"It’s hilarious. She wants to date me? She wishes. I’m not gonna indulge her delusions!"

"In a minute, I’m ordering ten portions of the most expensive items on the menu. Don’t worry, she’s paying—what’s she gonna do, not show up?"