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"I don't think I'm going to be able to make myself open my computer for the rest of the day. I'll only have a few hours before the boys get home, anyway." "What do you do?" It felt so much better that I had an answer to that question now. "I'm a freelance editor. I do editing for several online magazines and publishing houses whenever they need it." "Really? Do you do, like, novels, and things?" "Sometimes. I do more articles, sometimes small publishing and short stories, anthologies, things like that. This week I've been doing instruction booklets for a Norwegian small appliance company trying to break into English markets."

I rushed out, already unzipping my bag to pull out the folder. "Mrs. Reed?" He asked. I lift my head from the bag, pulling out the folder. "Yes sir?" Was he going to fire me? His dark eyes scan my figure and I swallow the disgust I felt. My skin crawled and I wanted to run out of the building. "Why do you think I chose you out of so many editors of mine to work from home?" I froze. My mind went blank because I never thought about it. There were only ten fortunate editors who had the privilege of working from home. I was one of those ten editors.

Edwin said over the phone. " But sir, I…" "You have a problem with that?" Edwin's stern voice came out from the other end of the phone. Jessica bites her lips hard to hold back her anger. She can't afford to lose this job after so many years of working menial jobs. She just has to endure the hunger gnawing in her stomach. She was damn hungry. Anyways, all she had to do was get the file printed out, right? Jessica sent the file to Edwin and she got ready to go to the editing department. When she got there, she waited for more than an hour before the file was sent to them.

It’s so frustrating to deal with Adrian and his constant manipulation techniques. A part of me wants to remain burrowed under the covers, but another part realizes that if I ever want to leave this place unscathed after my plans are done, then I need money, which means I need a job. Working at a physical location might not be ideal because then Adrian would just find something to ruin that for me, or he may even pay them to fire me. Which means that my only option is a remote work. I grab my phone as I quickly begin to browse the internet for jobs that might suit me. I find some that are located within our small town, but with options to work from home, so I quickly copy their emails and sen

I'd be reduced to a c- if I don't get this article submitted by tomorrow. At exactly 12:47 am, I had finished typing and editing my write-up— that was when I decided to call in for the night. An email notification made me pause shutting down my computer. From: Summertimes publishing house Wisconsin. Subject: Job application review Hi Jasmine, You've been shortlisted for the post of editor in chief. An interview with the company's recruitment team had been fixed by noon. Absenteeism and excuses would not be entertained. Thank you!

'I don't want to get back together with that scumbag anymore, but I also can't predict what will happen to us in the future,' she silently thought to herself. In the end, Jessica didn't respond to what her assistant had just said, and she just took a deep breath before returning her attention to her monitor. “I'm almost done editing the photos I took at Fort Tilden. Once everything is ready, I need your help to send it to the editorial team so they can start preparing for production,” she said. Jessica chose to get back to business instead of continuing to talk about her personal life, and Tammy seemed to understand her intentions as she nodded at her.

"If she was up to kill me, then why not?" He shook his head and closed his eyes. An hour later when he was ready to leave, and as he did, I jumped up and edited the recording making it five minutes. Now, Maya was in hot water, and Olive must be happy that Edward belonged to her. I would love to see her face while watching this video. I sent the trimmed video to an expert who used AI to replace and edit the faces. It took him two hours to retouch details and make it plausible. However, her hormones and sensitive temper could give me the godsend.

That has always been my favorite place in the whole house. I decided to make a simple, English breakfast as I didn't want to spend much time in the kitchen this morning. My phone rang, distracting me as I made pancakes. I turned off the gas before checking it. It was an unknown number so I was confused as I picked it up. “This is Reign Abbot speaking.” “This is the HR department of Ever Light Publications. We were wondering when you would be willing to return to work. The position of the Chief editor is vacant and we would like to have you on board. We have reviewed all of your works while you were with us and we were very impressed.”

I felt a little ache from the several hours I had spent hunched over my computer. Knowing that I didn't have much more time left, I resumed my job. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly from fatigue. It's an all-nighter, again and the deadline for me was just in a few minutes. Life as a content editor isn't that easy especially if you had an inconsiderate client who gave you just a day to complete her job.

A week passed quietly, like the world had decided to give me a break. Days began with coffee and ended with pages. Revisions, notes, manuscripts. I was still working remotely as Joaquin’s editor, and though our exchanges stayed mostly professional, the tone between us had softened. He wasn’t the man who barked orders nonchalantly over the phone anymore. Sometimes, he even asked how I was sleeping. We even made small talk every now and then. Jessy teased me about it, of course. “Boss checking in on your bedtime? That’s suspicious,” she’d say, waving her fork at me.