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"Toast and scrambled eggs." As we all settled down to eat, Sarah cleared her throat, drawing my attention. "I wanted to share some news," she began, her voice tinged with excitement. "What’s up?" I asked, taking a bite of my eggs. "I’ve been talking to a freelance company for the past few weeks," she said, her gaze flitting between Nora and me. "They’ve offered me a position. It’s remote, so I can work from home or anywhere, really. It’s a start."

'' she asked. ''Y-yes, I have experience in editing when I was a part of a journalism way back in high school,'' I answered. ''Hmm...a school program in journalism but I'm sorry we need some applicants who have a bachelor's degree in English, communication, or journalism. We can't accept some high school graduates because we are ensuring that we hire persons who have better capabilities in editing,'' she acknowledges. ''Umm. I might don't have a degree but I promise I will try my best to become a better editor, I have experience so I can do some basics,'' I begged, trying to please her to accept me.

He greeted him by shaking his hand vigorously. "My dear, I would prefer a cup of coffee at the moment." He then said, turning to Shun Lan, "What about you, Adam?" "I'll have coffee too, thank you." Shun Lan left them to their conversation. They spent a good half hour talking, Mr. Jameson telling him a little about the job and what he expected from him. When they had finished talking, he took him to meet his other colleagues. The editorial team was made up of both British and Chinese journalists. There were not many of them, but they all seemed easygoing and friendly.

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.

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.

And I know you might feel like there's no reason to, but I have an idea that might help. Nicole frowned slightly but gestured for him to continue. "I want you to join Griffins Industries as my Media Manager," he said matter-of-factly. The words hit her like a curveball. She blinked, unsure she'd heard him correctly. "What? Leo, I—“ "I know it's out of the blue," he inserted, "but you are smart, resourceful, and you have the kind of grit we need. Plus, the role is flexible. It's mostly remote, so you won't need to leave Grandma's side unless there's an emergency that requires you at the office.

It’s growing in its own stubborn, dusty way. Maya—my editor, mentor, and workplace leadee—took the news of my resignation like I’d just announced the death of print media. She refused to accept it at first, crossing her arms and raising that one perfectly arched eyebrow that made interns cry. But eventually, she gave in. Begrudgingly. With conditions. “Fine,” she said, “but if I find a story my regular staff is too chicken to touch, I’m calling you first.”

he said smirking at her, and then winked. "I am Henry and I'm in charge of advertising and marketing," he said uncomfortably meeting her eyes and then looking away. "I am Aaron and I'm in charge of production management," he said smiling at her. His smile was the greatest of them all. "I am Mia and I am in charge of illustrations," Mia said. "I am Olivia and I manage the authors and their contracts," she said looking ahead. "I am Chole and I am the assistant editor" "I am Arabella Bishop and I am the new editor," Arabella said giving a smile. She needed this job or else she was going back to Japan to continue living in her mom's house.

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.

Draven reached a desk amongst the rows, an empty one, and stopped there, turning to Eric who gulped, a bit scared by his presence. "This is where you will work," he informed, not even a trace of a smile on his face, "every morning at nine a.m, most of my editors end at five, but a few stay behind to work even more when deadlines are near, which they do get paid double. We all sometimes stay overnight if deadlines are tough, but most people can even leave as early as three." Eric rapidly nodded his head.