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The room fell into silence as everyone's attention shifted to Jada's screen. With a smirk, Jada cleared her throat and began to read aloud the email from Steel INC. "Dear Jada Hudson, we have reviewed your proposal and are impressed with the thoroughness and innovation it offers. We would like to meet you in person to discuss this further. Once again, we want you to know how captivating and promising your proposal appears to be."

Subject: URGENT – PRIVATE PROJECT The email was short and straight to the point. We have reviewed your work. A client would like you to ghostwrite his story. Payment: $50,000 upon completion. Amara blinked. Once. Then again. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen as if the words might suddenly rearrange themselves into something more reasonable. But they didn’t. Fifty thousand dollars? Her heart began to pound, slow at first, then faster, louder—until she could feel it in her chest, in her throat, even in her fingertips resting on the edge of her laptop.

There's just a small mean satisfaction at making a man say done in under four seconds, and that's not the same thing, and I know it isn't. "Natasha." Priya's in the doorway, and she's not carrying pastry to tempt me with, which is how I know. "What?" "There's an email. It came to the general inbox and then to yours, so somebody worked to find you." "From?" She names a business outlet. Not a gossip site. The kind that runs charts. "Read it to me." Maybe hearing it from her will soften the blow. Her face already told me there’s a blow coming.

Some email regarding empty pack lands after the recent upheaval, nothing major, just a couple of our allies on a land grab. I scroll through my unread messages, horrified to see how many there are after being unconscious for only a week. Fucking hell, I've got a lot to catch up on. I scroll through, answering any that require it, spamming and deleting any that need it. One catches my attention, and I open it, my stomach twisting with tension. Overdue payment. Rent rescinded. What the fuck?

do I even need people anymore? My phone pings on the counter. A standard email notification tone. I wipe my hands on a dish towel and pick it up. probably a spam email or a late update from David. I unlock the screen. From: Alex Reed areed@neuralkink.com Subject: Coffee? My breath catches in my throat. I drop the towel. I open the email, my heart hammering against my ribs—harder than it did during the orgasm. Mia, I know this is unorthodox. And I know you've probably figured out who I am by now.

I have never earned a thousand dollars all my life, and now I was going to earn five times of it, so how the fuck was I not supposed to be interested? "Yes...yes ma'am! I'm very much interested," I nodded my head excitedly. "Great. We have two payment methods for now, which are P****l and Payoneer. Once the book is published, I will forward your login details to your email, so you can have access to your account. Make sure you put your payment method within the month, so you will be able to withdraw next month," She said to me, and I felt like crying, because this was like a dream come true for me. I mean, getting my first book signed and then boom! I was offered that huge amount of money? W

“Don’t mention it. I have to go now but I’ll have someone email you the contract then you could have a look at it and let me know if anything is not to your liking, okay?” “Okay, bye Tom!” I went about my day and effected my deliveries then went straight home. I had heard an email come in while I was driving home and I couldn’t wait to see its contents. I sat down on the couch and clicked on the notification. The email opened up and I skimmed through the contents, looking for the sum of my pay. When my eyes finally zeroed in on the number, I dropped my phone. They wanted to pay me five thousand dollars! I rubbed my eyes and looked again just to be sure that my eyes were not deceiving me. Th

He wiped his hands on a nearby cloth and picked up his phone, curious about the message. The email's subject line immediately caught his attention: "Job Offer from Montgomery Enterprises." His heart quickened, and he eagerly opened the message. It was indeed an offer for the position he had interviewed for with Isabella the day before. The words on the screen conveyed the terms of the offer, including the salary, benefits, and start date. It was an attractive package, and Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his accomplishments.

n invitation back into my old but not so old life. Why, yes. I continue to read the contents of the email as I smile. The money reward is not a billion dollars, but it is not also bad. It is five hundred thousand dollars. At the bottom of the email, there happens to be a link. I click it and the laptop begins to make a call. A voice call, and not a video one. “Hello?” The person answers and I do a little stretching for my neck.

Temisa asked eagerly. "Wait, let me read through it first." Anita excitedly clicked on it to open it, as it would be her first-ever job after graduating, and she was so happy. "They didn't state how much I would be paid. They only said I should check in with the company on Monday and ask to see Joel Gregory," Anita replied happily. "Really, why won't they state how much you will be paid monthly?" Temisa questioned, not understanding why Anita's approval email was different from hers.