Editor Jobs Remote Novels & Stories

Many years passed, but she was not prepared for this situation. While everyone's busy and beating the deadline, she's just at the corner of their office. She didn't even try to open her computer. For what? She also cannot write any letters. She's stirring the coffee she's making for how many minutes she doesn't know. "Infinity." A gentle voice brought her back to reality. When she recognized who called her name, she gave him a forced smile. "T-Tatay June." It was their editor-in-chief. She couldn't deny that she would miss his presence in the office. He is about to retire.

"Silly you, I have not completed my dosage,go now let me say my morning work prayer" She pushed me playfully out of her corner, I walked back to mine. "Emmm Dan,I submitted some designs to you for editing, are you done?" Jennifer, one of our colleagues, also known as the former Boss’s handbag , yes the seductive queen, she called my attention. "Am I the editor?" "She isn't here yet,can't you help out?” She literally does nothing but look for who to do her work. "Jennifer I don't have that time,I have a lot of work to do with my own project".

As the official PR manager for Enzo and Marco, I was excused from going into the office every day—and despite all the annoying gossip from my coworkers—I was allowed to handle my work remotely. But I was still a journalist, with deadlines and responsibilities. In that cold room, Isa’s words had echoed in my mind, and my subconscious jabbed at me: You’re still a sister and an aunt, too. The reminder stung, pulling me back to the people I’d been unintentionally neglecting. “It’s just work,” I had said quietly, trying to explain myself to Isa, who was still breathing softly on the other end of the phone line. My voice felt small, like I was grasping for an excuse.

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 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."

said Zed "Absolutely, you know what, I would already like to offer you a job in my press house if you ever find it attractive." suggested the editor "It would please us sir" said Zed "Okay, I want you as field reporters." says the editor "And how much will it bring us?" Frederic suddenly asked "Enough to shelter you from great need" replied the editor. "Okay, but you know right now we're still students" said Zed "You will only have to work during the hours when you are free, dear gentlemen."

'' 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.