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With Victoria being the best. When Lena returned she sought for our attention and then told us she had been promoted to the office of the deputy chief editor, "and Stella here is your new assistant editor" she added and everyone clapped for the two of us. However, I was overly puzzled the fact that I wasn't expecting it. Lena called on me to see her on her workspace while everyone else returned back to their work. She stared at me for a moment before handing me some papers to sign.

"I don't know, Shae. I’m still in a fog. I’m not ready to go back to New York, but I can’t exactly keep crashing on your couch and being a burden." Shae reached across the table, her hand resting briefly on mine. "You're not a burden. But I did have an idea." I looked up, curious. "Working?" I asked. "Here in Miami?" "Exactly. I was talking to a contact of mine yesterday—Damian Vale. He’s the HR lead over at Meridian Creative. They’re looking for an Executive Assistant. It’s high-level but manageable. Filing, emails, internal coordination. The pay is great, and the office is right on the water."

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, sir. But wouldn’t it be uncomfortable knowing you’ll be our leader for a few months? Sassy is not Bachelor. What about the story assignments that honestly kind of opposite to your field?” “I’ve been an editor in chief for a long time. I’m confident I can do the job.” “Yes. But have you assigned a story to your writer about Botox? Not that they would need that much push. They’re a group of competent and insightful women. Have you discussed topics in a room, each one being types of yogurt, which shade of eye shadow suits better, do’s and don’ts on first dates, types of lingerie, something like that? Or how about a how-to on hot-tub sex?”

Natalie wasn’t a stranger at this point. I hesitate. "I'd love to, but I have a ton of work right now. Maybe another time?" "Oh, what do you do?" Natalie asks. "I thought you were a full-time writer, judging by your page." I laugh softly. "I wish! No, I work at Laser Publishing Company." Natalie replies with a wide-eyed emoji. "No way! Laser Publishing? That's huge! I hear they're super selective. What do you do there?" "I'm an editor," I reply, a small sense of pride swelling in my chest. It’s not writing, but it’s close. And it’s a job I got by luck. A job that will determine if I’m staying alive or not.

'' she asked. ''Y-yes, I have experience in editing when I was a part of a journalism way back in high school,'' I answered. ''Hmm...a school program in journalism but I'm sorry we need some applicants who have a bachelor's degree in English, communication, or journalism. We can't accept some high school graduates because we are ensuring that we hire persons who have better capabilities in editing,'' she acknowledges. ''Umm. I might don't have a degree but I promise I will try my best to become a better editor, I have experience so I can do some basics,'' I begged, trying to please her to accept me.

I told him. "If I may ask. My aunt did mention that you were the head editor of the Art department of Time's magazine. How do you manage to do that if you have to go out and obtain stories?“ “Well, a journalist can also work as a reporter but not the other way round. And I am supposed to be off fieldwork since I am the head of a department but when you have a boss who has sold her soul to the devil above you, you have got no choice," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "True," he sighed.

"I always just thought you were working as a writer or something." "Um, I don't really think you can work as a 'writer' in a publishing company. We work with writers." I tried to explain it to him. "I'm just a writer that happens to be great at this. So, I guess what I do is, you know, edit fictional works. There are a lot more editors in other genres. We have a lot of writers sending and submitting their works everyday and if they get approved, we kind of become their editors. I don't know if you get what I'm saying." The edge of Dean's lip tugged up a bit before he chuckled softly, "I almost forgot how you say a thousand words all at once when you're explaining things."

I set my mug on the table. “I was hired as an assistant editor in chief!” She explodes with joy. “Oh my God, seriously? No kidding.” I scream along with her. “Can you imagine such a thing? I start in the office tomorrow.” We hug. She deserves this position more than anyone else. “Now I have another news.” She's a mystery again. “Stop this suspense, it’s getting on my nerves,” I retort. “The magazine's fashion editor has moved to Madrid, so there's a vacancy left.” She looks at me sideways. “I know someone who could fill the job; I just don't remember who.”

The question is how much he told him. “The position is executive assistant,” Hartwell continues, sliding a job description across his desk. “Managing my calendar, handling correspondence, coordinating meetings and travel. Some personal errands when necessary. Standard administrative work.” I scan the description, and something inside me withers. Coffee runs. Dry cleaning pickup. Lunch reservations. This is what I’ve become—someone who fetches coffee and schedules haircuts. A decade of education, three years of running a household that operated like a small corporation, and I’m right back where I started.

As she relayed the information, she wore a peaceful and welcoming smile that soon had Rosealba dissolving into her world. “…… when you become an author under our agency I will be your editor—attend to your emails, read and edit your work, and set you up for bigger opportunities that could help you grow bigger into the organization. But, note that I am not in charge of the contract approval.” “I wish you all the best and look forward to being your editor. Rosealba’s smile grew bigger and she stretched her hands further to take the editor's hand. “Thank you so much, ma’am I look forward to being a signed author under you.”