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Paige was at work trying to figure out what exactly to do about her situation. She was almost daydreaming as she sat at her cubicle waiting to hand over the things she had prepared for the bosses she worked for. A shared assistant that was one of the best she was in high demand and found that her job now included a few extra people that she was not supposed to work for.

The newsroom was full of people trying to hit deadlines before the final bell and pretending that wasn’t its own form of religion. Mr. Castillo stood at the whiteboard with a dry-erase marker in one hand and a stack of application packets in the other. “Editor-in-chief applications are open,” he announced. The room shifted. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough. Backs straightening. Pens pausing. Eyes lifting from screens and notebooks and half-finished layouts. Editor-in-chief of *The Eastlake Ledger* wasn’t prom queen. It wasn’t varsity captain. It wasn’t the kind of title people outside this building cared about unless their name got misspelled in an article.

“That’s incredible! What’s the job? Tell me everything.” I grinned, expecting her to share in the excitement, but Phoebe hesitated. She looked almost… nervous. Her fingers drummed against the edge of the table, and she took a deep breath before she spoke. “It’s, um, a position at a magazine,” she started. “Assistant writer. It’s not high-level, but it’s a start. I’ll be doing a lot of editorial support, research, that kind of thing.” “That’s fantastic!” I said, beaming. “You’ve always loved writing. This is perfect for you.”

she asked. “Me getting jealous? Of what?” I asked. “Because he’s also meeting Bobby for that article on him,” she said. “Don’t you have writers? Why does she have to do all that?” I asked. “That’s her goal – to write one or two articles in every issue,” she said. “Alright. She can do everything. She’s an achiever,” I said. “Well, when she was 22, she’s already working as an editorial assistant aka all around assistant to a touch editor-in-chief. When you were that age, you were starting on your fourth course, right?” she said sarcastically.

I wished she would've let me be there for her. "Here sign these documents, and here's the new layout", my assistant rushed in behind me as I sat across one of the writer's, landing the sheets neatly in front of me. Over the past few months the magazine had gone smoothly, there was some confusion, and the hiring process was a nightmare. But after our long hours the first issue was being sent out next month, now it was just waiting for the last article.

"Really? That's terrific." My tone was genuinely enthusiastic. After all, over the years abroad, Nathan had become my only friend. "I heard you mentioning that you're exploring job opportunities. Would you be interested in joining my new company? Our magazine is called Dawn." "Are you kidding, Nathan? Absolutely, I'm interested!" I gripped the phone, almost jumping up with excitement. "Is there anything better than working at Dawn Magazine? They offer the highest salary." "Wow, Kayla, don't get the wrong idea. This job isn't something I'm giving you. You've earned it yourself. I just recommended you. The editor-in-chief has reviewed your past articles and expressed a desire for you to work a

“I am working as his assistant while I wait for a vacancy in the newsroom.” She seems to be confused by that statement but she doesn’t show it. “So you went to school, and studied journalism for four years just to be an assistant and a babysitter?” I roll my eyes. “No Mom, the babysitting was a one-time thing, and being an assistant at Regal pays more than when was a journalist at Listen.” She is exhausting me at this point. “How are you managing to live this far away from the office?” I find myself laughing at her concern.

“Miss Montez, do you understand why you are here?” Claire nodded. “Use your words” Claire corrected herself. “Yes.” Meanwhile, Edward and his lawyer stood in an observation room behind a one-way mirror, two officers were present in the room with them. They watched quietly. Agent Hayes opened a file. “How long have you worked for Mr. Edward?” “Five years. Since the company was founded.” “What are your responsibilities as his assistant?” Claire took a breath. “I manage scheduling, coordinate meetings, organize company documents, prepare reports, handle correspondence, oversee administrative operations, and assist with executive decisions when required.”

" Edward curved his lips into a smile. He was looking forward to the next month. Brielle was stunned for a few seconds. She wondered, 'What's wrong with this man? She is the editor-in-chief, why should she be an assistant job for him?' "My assistant, Everleigh, is beautiful and sweet. She will be your assistant next month." Brielle picked up her assistant who only cared about beauty all day long and sent him off. Edward's face sank slightly. "Did you not hear what I said clearly just now? I want you to be my assistant and test your working ability. Otherwise, I will ruin your special column sooner or later." Brielle's beautiful eyes opened slightly. This man wanted to break the special colum

I scoffed and walked to the door. I'd almost walked out when he spoke. "You can work here." I turned to face him from the door. "What?" "Work for me. I need an assistant. I think you'd be perfect." He replied. "Why? You don't even know what I do?" I raised a brow at him. He smirked. "You used to work for the Cosmetic Masters magazine. So I'm guessing, journalism? Which means you're great in English, and can compose reports. You're probably also good at time management too." He played with his pen. " You'd be perfect for the job."