Editorial Assistant Jobs Novels & Stories

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.

The office buzzed with low chatter phones ringing, keyboards clicking, someone laughing near the water cooler. I wasn’t an editor. Not yet. I wasn’t even allowed to read most submissions past the first ten pages unless assigned. My job was simple: log the manuscripts, make notes if something stood out, fetch coffee, file documents, and occasionally run errands for the senior assistants. It was grunt work. Exhausting. Repetitive. But I didn’t mind. Every day I was surrounded by books by writers whose words had made it through this same process. The thought made even the paper cuts worth it.

[Rose] My eyes opened at seven, my legs sore because of the heels. I was hungry and Tired. But something in me clicked. I didn't want to work for this office anymore. I didn't feel like working for something I did not apply for. I was supposed to be an editor. I was supposed to be working on projects that I trained for. But I was instead given the position of an assistant, I had to bring coffee, and get copies. Then prepare for meetings I was not involved in. I was never involved. I only sat at a chair noting things. For my boss.

Yeah, I may not be outgoing, or forward like a lot of columnists are, but I know how to get my job done, and I do it well. I can’t let their words get me down though. I am still determined to work in the magazine business. Right now, though, I have to pay my bills. I do not, under any circumstances, want to go back home to Florida. So, taking this position, I will be able to stay in my place here in the city and work harder at getting into one of the magazine companies. It is only a temporary position anyway, five months, I believe is what the email said. If I get this job, I will be working as the assistant to the CEO.

It wasn’t. The Fold was legendary. A publication that shaped global culture, led opinion, launched voices into the stratosphere. Writers waited years for a freelance feature spot. Editors? They barely ever left. And when they did, it was like a shifting star—noticeable, rare, and full of possibility for the person who stepped in. And now, they were asking me to apply for the open junior editor position. Me. Layla Brooks. Editorial assistant. I sat at my desk that morning, the office still quiet, the city barely awake, staring at the screen like it held the answer to a question I hadn’t dared ask: Was I ready for this?

I replied, surprised he went straight to business. “Fortunately,” he continued without raising his head. “There’s a vacancy for the position of an Executive Assistant. I’m aware you have a degree in Business Administration so it’s a perfect match for you.” “Yes… I do.” “As the Executive Assistant, you’ll be responsible for managing the executive’s calendar, appointments, and meetings, ensuring optimal time management. You’ll have to coordinate travel arrangements, itineraries, and expense reports as well as serve as the primary point of contact between executives and stakeholders—”

“That is Samuel, he’s our photographer and also doubles as Sewa’s assistant sometimes. And lastly, someone you’re familiar with. Christian Ward. He is our Editor and reporter. There are other people who you’ll meet once you settle down but these are the main people concerned with the processes involved in producing the school newspaper. Everyone, Jess is the new addition and she’ll be joining us as Christian’s assistant.” There was a round of applause. I sneaked a look at Christian, he was clapping and he didn’t seem to be too disturbed by the fact that I was joining the team as his assistant. His expression was unreadable. Was he threatened? Was he happy or frustrated to be in close range w

“Yeah, I know Ivy, that’s the problem, You’re still stuck in his head but please babe you have to come of it.. you are awesome and I know you deserve this” I flinched, and she softened. “I’m not saying it to be mean. Just… you have to stop assuming the world will look at you the way he did.” I stared at the screen, the job posting crisp in black text: Assistant Editor, Mid-sized Publishing Firm, Downtown. It didn’t even sound glamorous. It just sounded… possible. “I’m sending it,” I said before I could think too hard my finger slammed at the keyboard tapping the ENTER button, the application whooshed into the digital void and disappeared.

Tiana had seen him somewhere but she couldn't remember where. "Hello, everyone," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "My name is Jerome, and I'm the new assistant editor. It's a pleasure to meet you all." He shook hands with each person, his gaze lingering on Tiana for a moment longer than the others. He couldn't help but admire her appearance. "So, here's how it works," Jerome said, scrolling through his iPad. "Rotimi, you'll be covering sports. Gloria, you'll be working on the entertainment section. Fredrick, you'll be working with the advertising department. And Christiana, you'll be covering the news."

“Your duties.” I blinked. “My… what?” “Assistant duties.” His tone was clipped, efficient. “You’ll be responsible for compiling attendance records. Preparing reading lists. Organizing research sources. Drafting summaries.” I flipped the folder open. Notes, spreadsheets, lists. “Okay. That’s… manageable.” He leaned back in his chair. “You’ll also proof citations. Track case law updates. Grade basic assignments.” My head snapped up. “Wait—grade?” His brows lifted slightly. “Problem?”