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I kept it on the center table and then head out of the house. After graduation, I worked for a publishing company which lasted for a few weeks, not that I got fired but the boss kinda wants me to be his sex tool. That’s right he basically told me that he pressed my bobs in his dreams and that he wants to make that dream a reality. I made sure

"And you would know this because...?" "Because I work in publishing." Jake pulled out a business card and slid it across the table. "I'm an editor at Meridian Publishing." The blood drained from Emma's face as she read the card. Meridian Publishing Harold's company. Her company. The place she was supposed to be tomorrow morning at 9 AM for whatever emergency Harold needed to discuss. "Meridian?" she whispered.

Yes, that will work, and meanwhile, I can continue to call out to Eliza. I am driving around the city, and I notice a multipurpose building that looks close to opening, I see the E.H. Publishing banner in front. Perfect, they are setting up a publishing site here just like I wanted. Suddenly, a brilliant idea comes to mind! If it can even work, I will offer the good students of Linfield internship positions in my company at this location or the Chicago location. With any luck, Camille will be one of the recruits.

No wonder I was dejected the whole month in the office. "Well, it's okay. Here are some of the companies I chose to apply. Do you want to check it out?" She asked with a gentle smile noticing how pale and dejected I looked. "Uh, Sure. Thanks." I said and got her binder. "Well..here is The Red rose publishers, I heard they pay well also I heard their boss is a solid work ethic. This is Grace publishing, It's a pretty peaceful work place. They have Sunday retreats too, I heard. This is Ellet magazine, so glamorous and what do you think about The Successful Savings?" She asked as she was listing out all the companies from her big file of brochures.

I look at him from where I'm sitting by his desk. "I'm not hiring you." He says, finally turning back to look at me. My throat tightens. I remain seated, not knowing how to react to that. After a moment, he walks to his desk and scribbles something on a Post-it note. "You're not misplaced in publishing. Just misrouted. I have a colleague in Brooklyn. It's a small publishing house. Small team, less pressure. I think you might be the perfect candidate for them." He holds out the Post-it note.

Other than Buddy making my nights long, the city is okay. My first stop is a news broadcasting network. It's popular here and definitely bigger than the Sunrise Cove Tribune. I already sent my CV and it's one of the places that are interviewing me. I really hope one of these places pan out do that I don't have to think about going after the Bancrofts and possibly feeling bad about throwing away my career. *

"I'm good, Mom." There was a pause, then her tone softened with concern. "Are you still having those dreams?" I hesitated, my fingers tightening around the phone. "No...mom I'm fine" She sighed, clearly not convinced. "Janice…" "I got a job," I said quickly, steering the conversation away before she could press further, trying to sound more excited than I felt. "I’m working as a special assistant at IAS Publishing." There was a beat of silence before she gasped. "IAS Publishing? Janice, that’s amazing!"

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.”

"So, you are interested in going into publishing." "Of course, I am." He nodded. "I was thinking of settling in Los Angeles after I graduate. There are several opportunities for writers and publishers. I did an internship for this company and they had a tremendous program for publishing. I was also lucky enough to come across a man who saw great potential in my poems." I found myself thinking intently on his words. Maybe it was the fact that he mentioned Los Angeles and opportunities in one go. But something about what he said had me lost in my own head.

Jarred asked. Hade leaned forward, peeking his head between the seats. “Do I really need to explain that to you?” he said. I shook my head. “Arrow Publishing treats their employees well. Not their families,” I said quietly. “You’re trying to say it has nothing to do with me. But you, Jarred…” I looked at him. “You’re my friend.” His mouth opened slightly. A small smile formed. “We’re actually looking for another publishing house. One that’s affiliated with Connect Inc,” he added.