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"I know what you mean. It's not really about the quality. With Giselle around, the quality can't be too bad. However, the kid's editing skills have improved greatly. I work in this field, and you really can't see any sign of editing unless you look very closely." "That made me laugh. The kid didn't go abroad to study. He went to improve his skills in editing photos instead." "When will the kid post a tutorial on how to edit photos? I want to learn!" "Kid, can't you tell Giselle to turn on a live stream? She has to stop being lazy! Public figures don't have holidays!" "It's a good thing you're not rich. If you were, you'd probably oppress your staff terribly. How can you refuse to let her hav

My makeshift office was set up in my bedroom, the laptop and printer sitting on a desk near a window so I could look out at the woods beyond. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to get to work. The only bright side about our last-minute cross-country escape was that, as a freelance video editor, I didn’t have to worry about finding a new job. My job was wherever my computer was. I had several outstanding assignments with a couple deadlines approaching, but I tended to work pretty fast, and it wouldn’t be a problem —if I could focus, that is. By mid-morning, I’d gotten some work done. And I actually managed to finish editing another video and send it in. Thoughts of Jaxon faded as I got int

In the end, he settled for having me go to a contract worker and agreed that I could work remote until they found a replacement for me. Edur chuckled as we left. “What?” “He has no intention of finding a replacement for you. No one can do what you do, Tana. He’s hoping you’ll settle into working remotely and that will be the end of it.” “If I can make it work, I’m fine with that. I’m even fine with coming into the city once a month to be here for meetings if necessary. Of course, once the baby is born, that may change, but for now, it’s fine.”

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.

I had been resting on his shoulder when we arrived at the JR mansion. “You need to rest,” he said. “I’ll contact you once the commercial is aired. For now, let’s work via Zoom during the editing process.” “No! I’ll come to the office. I’m not that weak. It was just two days and one night—I can handle it. I’d rather work on-site than have virtual meetings,” I said, not wanting to appear feeble. I had enjoyed this project, and I didn’t want to seem weak if future opportunities came up.

I was really starting to feel more at ease. "Of course, Sara," he said, pulling away and pressing his forehead to mine. "I will do whatever it takes to make you feel safe. You know I’ll always protect our family. I’ll make some calls. How about a month? Do you think that would be good? I’ll call the publishing company and schedule for us to work remotely." "You can do that?" I asked, a little surprised at how easy it was. Jaxon laughed quietly. "I’m the editor-in-chief, I can do whatever I want," he explained.

It's late in the evening, and I'm still in the office. Tracy asked me to edit a news video story, which is not my regular job, but I'm happy to do it. I know this is a stepping stone to working full-time as a journalist, which is my dream.

What should I do? Congratulations! If your editor suggests edits, it's a sign they recognize potential in your story. This is an affirmation of your talent. However, remember that you're not obligated to make every change they suggest. It remains your story. We strongly advise maintaining open communication with your editor about their suggestions. This will ensure that both of you align on the vision for the story.

— Before I even gave myself time to finish, I rushed to my desk. “Later…” I connected my camera to my computer, transferring the photos. One by one, they appeared on the screen. Linda. Kathy. Val. Gail. All of them. I opened my editing software and started working through them. Cropping. Zooming. Adjusting brightness and contrast. Trying to pull every detail I could from the distance shots. One hand on the mouse. The other… “Yeah…” I muttered, shifting slightly under my pajamas. I worked slowly, studying each image.

No posturing. “Thank you,” the host closes. “That’s a wrap.” The tally light fades. The crew disperses. Daniel is there immediately. “Good. Two cuts needed, the rest goes through.” He turns to the producer. “We remove the non–pre-cleared parts. I’ll approve the final edit by email. Embargo stays till noon.” In the hallway, by the coffee machine, they pause. Christopher looks at Kai. “The chair creaked once. Next time, exhale earlier.”