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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."

They must be business partners or editors, any of these. "This is my escort," he introduces me to them. "Hey," I greet, with a light, professional smile. "Estella, meet my hired editors. They work with me with their systems right from the comfort of their homes." "Oh, I thought as well. I've never seen them remotely."

I asked and they nodded. “It’s easier to manage a company with smaller amount of people since machines and artificial assistance cuts the process by almost half. The company doesn’t really hire omegas because of careless heat and rut incidents but seeing your application gave them a chance to understand that safety precautions can be carried out. It’s also hard to find omegas interested in our line of work. They usually be nurses, artists, lawyers and chefs not editors.” Reina said before she raised her beer can. “Which is exactly why we’re celebrating you Leslie as the first omega editor we know who knows what the fans want and can produce it how they want. Cheers!” Reina shouted as everyon

I looked at Mel, who was gripping her notebook so tightly the spiral was bending. “Because she was ready,” I said. “She just didn’t know it yet. And an editor’s job isn’t to write every story. It’s to see who can.” Castillo made a note. Hargrove made a note. Walker cleared his throat and said nothing, which from a principal was practically a standing ovation. We were dismissed. In the hallway, Ava caught my eye. “Your page was strong,” she said. Neutral. Professional. “Yours was better designed,” I replied. Also neutral. Also true.

“Good morning Mrs. Dominic, I am Chad Melendez the chief editor of the Channel 14 news.” “Good morning sir.” He looked friendly easing some of the tension that I felt. He checked a few files before looking at me. “Your resume is very impressive, Mrs. Dominic. After only being an intern for six months Jane took you in, that shows your potential.” “Thank you, that is very flattering.” “What made you agree to working with us? Jane had first asked me to look for someone else since you weren’t interested but then we got the call saying you are interested.”

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.”

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.

Dante was already gone for morning PT; he’d kissed my temple on his way out, left a protein bar on the counter like a love note, and promised to be back by noon. I opened my inbox half-asleep, expecting the usual mix of freelance invoices, spam, and my sister sending another wedding-planning P*******t board titled “Rustic But Make It Gay.” Instead, there it was. Subject: Offer – Senior Editor Position – Relocation Package Included Sender: HarperCollins West Coast Acquisitions I stared at it until the screen dimmed from inactivity. When I tapped it awake, the words hadn’t rearranged themselves into something safer. A mid-sized imprint under a major house—new literary fiction line focused on u

Casey POV I closed my laptop, doing my best to keep my emotions in check. Honestly, I never expected to run into Arnold here, of all places. I forced a confident smile and looked him right in the eye. “I work remotely now,” I replied, sounding proud on purpose. “Not every job has to be done sitting in an office, Arnold. Besides, ever since I became a journalist, I’ve done most of my work out in the field anyway.” Arnold stepped closer, moving with total confidence. Then, a little forcefully, he reached out and grabbed my wrist.

They were preparing a feature on outstanding elites in foreign countries, and this time’s interview subject… was Mark. The editor knew I lived abroad and had produced strong work before. She asked if I’d be willing to take on the photography for the feature. The pay, she said, would be generous.