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He struck me as someone slightly eccentric. He told me he would be in touch with my next task and to look out for his emails. I would also be paid $300 for my work tonight. The same sort of emails came through every week. I would then have $300 or sometimes $400 transferred into my bank account within minutes of me sending over my findings. It was the easiest job.

The stillness of someone who has received something significant and is taking the measure of it before deciding what to do next. This was the fourth kind, the one I had only seen a handful of times. The stillness of someone who has received something they had worked very hard for and are not quite ready to believe it yet. I put down the file. She was looking at the screen when I came around the counter. The email was open — I could see enough of the layout to know it was from a journal, the header and the formal structure of a publication decision. The subject line visible in the browser tab: Re: Submission LCR-2026-0341: Decision.

“So we each receive our own story leads?” “Yes, through email. Other people on this floor send them to us.” I glance around at all the employees working nearby. “We stay on top of what people care about and what actually counts as news,” Sienna says. “It’s the best job ever.” I smile. Maybe I really can do this. “Open your emails.” Lucas reaches over and opens the page on my computer. I watch as notifications keep appearing. “All of those are possible stories?” I ask. “Yes.” He gives me a playful wink. “Start reading, baby. They come in thick and fast.”

He eagerly got up, picked up the paper, and read through it. Without a word, he opened the drawer, picked up the paper, and left. Meanwhile, when the defaulters got to their offices, they were panting due to running. To their delight, their managers or superiors were unmindful of them. They settled down and began to get ready for lunch. Suddenly, their phones buzzed and they looked at the sender. A message from the email address carries weight and must never be overlooked. Immediately, they read through it and were disappointed. Copying may be easy but pasting may not.

So in the end, we just decided to order some deliveries since we also don't want to go out because it rained the entire day. "I told you it's gonna do well," Flint said while we were eating. Just minutes ago, The Dawn of Love finally reached a million reads. My editor emailed me of the good news, and said that my pay will reflect anytime now and I can withdraw it some time after it reflects. I was so happy about it because I really thought nobody would read it. Apparently, it just needs a little time.

POV: Akayda My hands were shaking. No—trembling. Not from fear but anticipation. I blinked as I read the email on my cracked laptop screen for the seventh time, but the words still didn’t change. ‘Congratulations, Miss Jordan. You have passed the final stage of the interview. Please, we would like you to resume work at Knight Enterprises unfailingly by Monday.’

My pulse won’t slow. I rip open my phone. That email. The one that came this morning. I hadn’t opened it. I don’t open anonymous emails. They’re either begging or blackmail. But now—now I know it wasn’t random. I swipe. My inbox loads. Subject line: For You. I hesitate for one second, then tap. A P*F d******d. My chest tightens as I scroll. Every contract. Every deal. Every signature. Every dollar skimmed, every cut taken, every lie built into the foundation of my empire. All here. Organized. Clean. Brutal.

Dara sitting across from me on an upturned box eating a croissant and reading through lease agreements with the focused attention of someone who genuinely enjoyed lease agreements which was one of the many things about her I found both baffling and deeply useful. My email notification went off. Victor Ashwood. The subject line said simply: Matter for Review — Confidential. I opened it. Read the cover letter first. Then opened the attached documents. Dara looked up from her lease agreement when I did not say anything for four minutes. "What is it," she said. "Come and look at this," I said. She got up from her upturned box and came and crouched beside me and read the screen. She read for thre

He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself, and left my office. The beep of my phone sliced through my sleepy haze. Groggy, I snatched it up and saw it was an email from le Clair de lune. My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. Could this be the good news I'd been hoping for? I opened the email, and there it was—a positive response! Joy bubbled up, and I couldn't help but scream, ecstatic to have landed a job at that fancy restaurant. Finally! The pay was $10 an hour, stacking up to $50 for a five-hour shift. I couldn't contain my excitement and let out another happy shout. This called for a celebration.

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