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A week passed quietly, like the world had decided to give me a break. Days began with coffee and ended with pages. Revisions, notes, manuscripts. I was still working remotely as Joaquin’s editor, and though our exchanges stayed mostly professional, the tone between us had softened. He wasn’t the man who barked orders nonchalantly over the phone anymore. Sometimes, he even asked how I was sleeping. We even made small talk every now and then. Jessy teased me about it, of course. “Boss checking in on your bedtime? That’s suspicious,” she’d say, waving her fork at me.

"I love you more." … I started my job, and I borrowed Franklyn's extra car since I haven't bought my own yet. Maybe once Johiel and I move to our apartment. I left Johiel at Iris's house for now. Johiel's school papers are still being processed because I'm also transferring him to a school here in Los Angeles, and I'm also looking for a nearby international school in our area. "Good morning, Miss Allen! We're happy to have you as our new editor-in-chief!" said one of the editors at the publishing company where I work.

a voice said. I spun around. Standing a few feet away was a man sitting at a desk that looked like it was made of light. He was typing on a keyboard that didn't have any keys, just patterns of moving dust. He looked like an office worker, boring and plain, but his eyes were bright, moving screens. "I am the Editor," he said. He didn't look up from his work. "You have caused quite a mess in the last few versions, Hazel. The Publisher was not happy. The Architect was even worse. Do you have any idea how much time it takes to fix a broken storyline?"

Months passed by so fast. I became very busy in the office. Although Melanie still didn't change with how she treats me, she is constantly giving me some tasks through Emily. I was able to complete my first article after countless revisions. As a team leader, she is also the main editor of the magazine. I started admiring her meticulous way of scrutinizing the articles. She makes sure that every article is in line with the standard of the company and doesn't violate any rules. She's one of the people behind the success of the company's magazine.

Julia whispered under her breath, her head down and her gaze fixed on her feet. "All right, get to your desks, everyone.” Then Joshua pointed to Denver and said, "And You! The Manager, Recruit a Skilled Editor Today and Give Me the Report by 4 PM. You will lose your job if you fail.” After Joshua concluded his statement, which may be described as terrifying, he proceeded to the Ceo's chamber. Denver responded promptly, which immediately brought depression to Julia's mind. "Sir, I hired an editor this morning. She is present," Denver said.

He mentioned it to Ryan, who thought I was in NY. 'Your grandmother passed away?' he asked rhetorically, furrowing his brow in sympathy. 'I'm sorry... I didn't know. Shortly after your grandfather's death, my mom left your house, and we both lost touch with the Parkers,' he said sincerely. 'No problem,' she replied, not showing much emotion. 'The fact is that Ryan contacted me, not just to see each other and all that, because we had become close in London, but also because he needed someone to head the TVZoom edition and considered me perfect for the job,' she used her arrogant tone, making Nicholas almost regret engaging in friendly dialogue with her. 'I was already the editor-in-chief at I

I'd be reduced to a c- if I don't get this article submitted by tomorrow. At exactly 12:47 am, I had finished typing and editing my write-up— that was when I decided to call in for the night. An email notification made me pause shutting down my computer. From: Summertimes publishing house Wisconsin. Subject: Job application review Hi Jasmine, You've been shortlisted for the post of editor in chief. An interview with the company's recruitment team had been fixed by noon. Absenteeism and excuses would not be entertained. Thank you!

"The question is whether you're ready to trust me with your work." Emma looked into those perceptive green eyes and realized she was standing at a crossroads. She could play it safe, ask for a different editor, maintain her careful boundaries. Or she could take the risk and see where Jake Morrison's dangerous brand of editing might lead. "Tomorrow evening," she agreed, though her voice shook slightly. "But just to be clear we're talking about editing. Strictly professional." "Of course," Jake said, but his smile suggested he knew something she didn't. "Strictly professional."