Novel & Cerita Jobs If You Love Books

“Repay me with your love. That is all I need.” “Buying my love with your money? That doesn’t sound like a healthy relationship,” Mia pouts. “Did Tara’s question about your job make you uncomfortable? She can be snarky sometimes. Just ignore her.” Chris asks. “It’s not all about her question. The publishing house I worked for wants me back. I’m considering it. I like its work environment. And I like being an editor.” Mia says.

“I got you something you’ve been wanting badly.” She stepped closer, the chocolate forgotten for a moment. “Gabriel… don’t joke. Don’t tell me that…” He nodded, his smile full of pride. “I got you a job. At a literary café that just opened. You’ll work mornings, as a server. You start tomorrow.”

Two.2. Staying at home wasn't funny. I mean it, it isn't funny. Only two days after my dismissal from the resto, the building where the bookstore was was demolished. Now I'm jobless. Hitting the street every morning for the past two weeks job hunting yields nothing. Although mom isn't aware that I was fired from the restaurant, she knows about the demolition of the bookstore building.

Almost two miles later, I had found the bookstore. There were no "Now Hiring" signs, and I didn't go in looking for employment. I had only pulled on the metal handle with the intention of enjoying the one thing I'd always found comfort in-books. I'd wandered the store aimlessly, touching the spines and enjoying the smells. Every once in a while, I stopped and plucked one from the shelves to read the back before returning it to the same spot. An employee had stopped to ask me if I had any questions or needed help. That sparked a conversation, and before I knew it, the manager offered me a job.

I couldn't be a waitress forever. "Software engineer... Hotel Manager... Medical Assistant... Project Manager..." I mumbled between bites. "Librarian..." I would love to do that. I have loved books since I was a child. I instantly clicked on that and sent my resume. Fingers crossed! Books were the only consolation in my life because as for my family, let's say I have none. All I had were books and stories.

“Even if it still doesn’t stand... I want you to sell me shares at double the price, now.” “What? Why? I thought you were not interested in investing in romance books. What was it that you said… right, you said you won’t be able to make millions of dollars from story books,” Josh remarked on the phone. Jake cleared his throat and said, “Did I? No, that wasn’t me… I love storybooks. I’ve read a lot and I’m a fan.” “Jake.” “Yes?” Jake replied. “Tell me the truth.” “I love reading about CEOs and how they find the love of their lives.”

While I was ranting and being a petty human being to my ex-employer, I was processing ways to find a new job. The dried leaves crunched under my worn-out sneakers clad feet. I pulled the ragged hoodie a little tighter, balling my fists a little deeper into the pockets. My mind veered back to the bookshop. I liked working there, not because my employer was a ray of sunshine but I liked the smell of books, taking care of them and at times sneaking off during lunch hours to read a few pages of the new arrivals. I was hired because I was very well acquainted with books since I love them.

“Oh god. You were not supposed to know those were from me. I feel so embarrassed now.” James chuckled, the sound low and kind. “Do not be embarrassed. They made my day every single time. Especially on slow mornings. So… you come here every day and watch the bookstore like it is your favorite show. Am I that entertaining?” I covered my face with my hands for a second, laughing. “Okay, you caught me. But it is not creepy watching, I promise. You just look so peaceful when you are arranging books or helping customers. It is calming. And kind of inspiring. I am a literature major, so bookstores are basically my happy place.”

I muttered, grinning. The truth was, I had been withdrawn since we got here. Moving cities after… everything… wasn’t easy. But Rhea had a way of pulling me out of my head, dragging me into dumb conversations about celebrity crushes and viral dances, and reminding me that there was still light—even if I didn’t always feel it. “I saw this job listing today,” Rhea said later, flopping onto the couch with a bowl of popcorn. “Something at a publishing company, Aragon Enterprises or something. You’d look hot as an assistant.”

Literature. When I resided in England a year ago, I was healing, while Ryan put it upon himself to help me distribute my CV and Resume around the companies and out of a few that picked me, I took a liking to this one. I Love My Books. As funny as that sounds, that is the name of the company and I could say that you wouldn't find a company so great with books in another place in all of England but with us, and the juicy part was that, if you want your story to live to be published as a book, then that's our speciality.