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I mumbled my complaint. “You’re already complaining?” Jeremy said as he turned to glare at me. “If you’re already complaining, you’re going to die when we start the editing process,” Richard said before he also gave me a warning look. “In short, things will get a lot busier than this and fast. After shooting and reshooting until we are fine with everything. Then we move on to the editing part. This is the most important part and Ace will get involved full stream in making sure that the commercial lives up to his expectations. So yes, we will get a lot busier than this. If you have dates scheduled or any important appointments, cancel them all!” Jeremy explained before he laughed loudly.

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.”

“I’m just saying. That’s domestic as hell.” I roll my eyes and set it down on the counter. “Clock me in before I reconsider my life choices.” She taps her keyboard. “Already done.” I settle into my station, headphones on, screen glowing to life. The footage today is straightforward, it’s a campus B-roll, student interviews, a clip from a panel discussion that needs trimming for pacing. The hour passes faster than I expect. There’s something about editing that steadies me. The focus. The control. Finding rhythm where there was none. It feels… earned.

"Your résumé mentioned you're an illustrator, and you have a background in graphics design." It still sounded too good to be true, but the longer Eden thought about it, the more she liked the idea of freelancing for Anderson Logistics. "Here's everything you need to know," Zara pushed the file in front of her. "Your salary won't be as much as what you're getting now, but you'll be working fewer hours, so it balances out. You won't have any of the company perks, either. And you'll work remotely, but there are times you'll be required to come in once or twice a week."

"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

He says to me. “Thanks, Edur. Do you know the process for telling the others? Cedric mentioned that there might be a notice that I have to give?” “Yes, generally the humans want four weeks. We can take that time to look over your current accounts and see if there are any that we need you to stay on contractually.” Mr. Brodski tried everything to get me to change my mind, more money, more time off. 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.

We have to go see her editor or whoever the hell her boss is, and soon. I sighed quietly, feeling like shit. Here we were flaunting our mate in front of Chase while he was lonely as fuck. Telling him that she didn’t want this, thought she was better than Moon Bay. I didn’t really think about how he’d feel in all this, and it mattered to me, a lot. “We probably wouldn’t live here most of the time, no. She says she might be able to work remotely or work out something like that. But the job would be pretty hands on. I guess … no we wouldn’t be able to go public about finding our mate,” I said.

She crossed out another line and scribbled something on the side in red ink. "A little harsh, don't you think?" I asked, glancing up from my computer. She was correct though. I'd been planning on firing Jude, the editor for a while. He'd been turning in shoddy work for the last few weeks and why pay him so well when he doesn't bring his A game into each report? Malea rolled her eyes before crossing out a sentence and replacing it with another. "I'm serious when I say that you should ease on the whole coffee every second of the day thing." She glanced up at me, her emerald green eyes holding mine for a second before returning to her work.

“So what? We’re just making a test.” That was the night I found out editing was awesome. We spent the next three days working on it almost nonstop. Almost, because I forced myself to take a break in the morning to go jogging, and a while in the afternoon to be with Ann and Lizzie at the east parlor as usual. Now that I knew Ann was about to leave, I didn’t want to miss any chance of spending time with her.

Laughter flowed easily between us, creating an atmosphere that felt both comforting and exhilarating. --- A few days later, I found myself reflecting on how much had changed in such a short time. Inspired by my newfound confidence and desire for independence, I decided to apply for remote work on platforms like Fiverr and Upwork. Setting up my account felt empowering; it was a step toward reclaiming my life on my own terms. I focused on offering services that aligned with my skills—content writing, CV building, and proposal writing. Each project felt like an opportunity to not only earn money but also to express myself creatively.