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Working with him might be terrifying, but it’s also an opportunity I can’t ignore. I’ve been reading through his past work all week, trying not to obsess over every small detail of what our partnership might look like. He suggested a flexible in-office schedule—twice a week at Reynolds Publishing, the rest remote. He was casual in his messages, respectful, professional… but warm.

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.

"Fair." I scrolled through listings, chewing my lip. Some were absolute garbage. ‘EXPOSÉ: SECRET SCANDALS OF SMALL-TOWN MAYORS – WE PAY PER CLICK!’ Nope. Next. Others were just… sad. ‘We can’t pay, but we offer exposure!’ I closed the tab so fast I nearly cracked my touchpad. Then, finally, I found something: Position: Freelance Writer Company: The Detroit Chronicle (Online Edition) Description: Small but growing online news platform looking for fresh voices. Cover local stories, human interest pieces, and occasional investigative work. Must be able to work remotely. Paid per article.

Remote, great pay and lots of incentives. Jackpot! As I meticulously prepared for the interview, my mind was engrossed with activities of it's own. I wondered who my recommender was? The person must have been a high ranked person to recommend me to such an outstanding company. The offer they gave was topnotch. Almost too good to be true. The prospect of a remote job was particularly appealing, as it would allow me the flexibility I needed to be there for my kids while still working on the Manor's case.

Don liked the continuity of it. The editor wrote back within the hour — email was faster than post, and she knew Don checked his email once a day, in the late morning. The reply came at eleven-fifteen: Understood completely. I look forward to the remaining pieces with the anticipation they deserve. I will send you the names of the two publishers by the end of the week. They have both seen your pieces in the journal and have expressed interest. I will let you take it from there.

He asked, trying to make small talk. The lights outside turned into lines of color. I did not talk much about my life. But today I felt heavy and sad. "I am an editor. I work at The Moo’s publishing company. I am the Chief Editor." "That sounds important," he said. "It must pay well. But you look very tired. Is your job always this hard?" I sighed again. "Yes. But I need the job. I have to help my husband with his dream." "Does your husband not have a job?"

"I know." "I mean really significant. Weeks at a time, maybe more." "I know that too." He shifted, sitting up fully. "I've been thinking about coming with you. At least the first month. Working remotely, seeing what that actually looks like." She raised an eyebrow. "You can't run Cole Global from Dublin." "Reid runs Cole Global. I mostly sign things and sit in meetings I could attend from anywhere with a decent internet connection." "That's not the same thing and you know it."

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."

We were both on permanent night shifts, and that if course meant we had more to do than day workers, so listening to her was going to distract and slow me down. I had a child to take to school by morning, she didn’t. “Who has seen the latest news from Starcent?” Emma Lee, our Editor-in-Chief swept out of her office in all her redhead glory, holding her tablet up. She wasn’t supposed to still be at work since she was a day worker and our head editor. But she was a workaholic, a perfectionist whose OCDs wouldn’t allow go home until she was done with her day's work. Often, she worked late into the night. I didn’t particulaly have anything against her, of course, except that she made life harder

That will do. I got out the house and booked an uber again. I never ran out of money because my parents have savings. And I also work as an editor in a publishing company. I edit the book that are to publish. I remove the errors, I correct the grammars and any other mistakes there. But it's just a sideline. What's important is I earn.