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If Linden ever discovered that I was slipping away each morning to chase my dream in secret… No, I didn't want to imagine that. The elevator door slid open, and I stepped into the hallways that led to the boardroom. My palms were damp, my throat was dry. Today wasn't just another staff meeting, today, my manuscript would be placed before the editors and they would decide whether to trash it at the first reading or help me bring it to life. After that had been decided, I would go see my friend, River.

The managing editor of Horizon Publishing looked genuinely confused. "Assistant editors don't just walk away from secure positions, Lyra. Especially not in this market." "I've been here three years," Lyra said, placing her resignation letter on his desk. "Reading other people's books, fixing other people's words. When do I get to write my own?" Richard sighed. "That manuscript you showed me last month has potential, but it's not ready. Give it another year. Save some money. Don't throw away a good career on a dream."

Tommy and Triffany head back to the office after having lunch together, they went into Tommy’s office, he filled her in on some of the things he was working on and the duties of a publisher. “I will send you some of the author's manuscripts via email, first you will start by reviewing and editing them so that it can be easy for the readers, when you’re done let me check it out first before we go into the next step.” “Okay, I have never done this before, but I’m willing to try.” Triffany smile broadly. “You will do fine. Just let me be the first to see the work.” Triffany nods. “Alright, you can go home now.” Tommy turned to his computer.

She poured all her quiet fury into the text, sharpening every sentence into a clinical blade. She signed it under the name Dr. Elara Voss and submitted it electronically to the Journal of European Biochemical Research—a prestigious, mid-tier publication known for taking unconventional, independent submissions seriously. When she told Marcus, the old doctor went completely still, his teacup hovering inches from his lip. "Evelyn," he said, his voice laced with sudden anxiety. "That paper is going to be peer-reviewed by the exact minds who know the Vael trial literature inside out." "Yes," she said smoothly.

The email from Lily arrived on a Tuesday morning in March. The subject line was: it's published. Two words. Elena read them and set down her coffee and opened the email. Lily had attached the paper. The journal was one Elena knew, a peer-reviewed publication in the field of computational mathematics and applied algorithms with a rigorous submission and review process. Elena had read papers in it for years. She knew what it meant to be published there. She knew what the acceptance rate was. Lily was nineteen years old.

Osei met them in the corridor. She looked at Mia with the expression of someone who had been looking forward to a specific conversation. “Monday,” she said to Mia. “Nine am. Bring everything.” “I will,” Mia said. Dr. Osei looked at Ryder. “Your premise resolved,” she said. He stared at her. “How do you—” “The paper went out Thursday,” she said. “The journal posts submissions received on their website. I check it.” She looked at him. “The premise resolved correctly.”

“I didn’t realize the third floor was your territory. Should I be paying rent?” The corner of his mouth lifted. “You can stay.” He stepped closer, slipping the journals onto the edge of her table and she caught the title of one of them, The Victorian Review. What? That was the issue that carried her viral essay on its contents page. “What are you working on?” he asked. “The first batch of essays,” she replied. “I’m trying not to crush anyone’s soul while still telling them the truth.” He chuckled. “That’s the hard part of the job."

THE THIRD BOOK SUBMITTED ELENA'S POV The manuscript goes to the publisher on a Friday in October. Not the same publisher as the first book — the third book is academic press, the correct destination for a work that argues a moral position through evidence and requires the peer review process to establish the argument's credibility before the book enters the world. Professor Marsh recommended the press. The editor who responded to the initial submission inquiry wrote back within a week with the specific enthusiasm of someone who had read the first two books and understood what the third one was trying to do.

“What are these?” “I was surprised too! We have received a total of two dozen manuscripts in these three days. I guess the idea of our fair connected with the people.” “Two dozen?” I sputtered. That’s the collective of what we got in the past five years. “Wow…Did you like any?” “A few. I picked them out for you to finalise before sending them the decision.” More work. Nice. I thought while grinning at the stack of folders because this way, I could stop thinking of the Alphas.

I'd be reduced to a c- if I don't get this article submitted by tomorrow. At exactly 12:47 am, I had finished typing and editing my write-up— that was when I decided to call in for the night. An email notification made me pause shutting down my computer. From: Summertimes publishing house Wisconsin. Subject: Job application review Hi Jasmine, You've been shortlisted for the post of editor in chief. An interview with the company's recruitment team had been fixed by noon. Absenteeism and excuses would not be entertained. Thank you!