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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.

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.