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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.

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.

I am sorry. Just that. Short. Controlled. Typical. I let out a dry laugh and dropped the card back on the table. Of course. As if flowers could rewrite truth. As if apologies could erase intention. My laptop pinged from the couch. A new email notification. I opened it. My editors from INH. Deadlines. Submission schedules. Editorial comments filled with corporate politeness and passive pressure. I stared at the screen for a moment, then closed it with a hiss. “Not today.”

I wonder how good the boss was, sure it will be a great experience even though I don't get this job at the end of the day. A week ago, I was scrolling through the online magazine, Daily Media when I came upon an advert that the CEO of Erionz Editorials, name and identity withheld was in need of a sexy female escort whose two major duties would be to act as a girlfriend upon his attendance of events and also good sex whenever he needed it. The pay got my eyes damn well. A whopping three hundred thousand dollars monthly. Who would decline such an offer? Only if I get to be chosen because there would surely be lots of applications for this. I opted in for it and was quite lucky to be among the

Jenny’s voice was frantic, trying to find a way to comfort me, despite the fact that she herself was scared. “I’m coming to you now,” I managed to say between sobs. “Okay, okay, erm, I’m home. Just be fine till you get here,” Jenny begged. I gave a curt nod as if she could see, and then hung up. As I was about to drop my phone, an email notification popped up. With teary eyes, I opened it. To my surprise, it was a job offer. I remembered that I was checking job offers, although I applied for some but I don’t remember applying for this particular one, it was a fiction editing job.