Remote Editing Jobs Novels & Stories

'There are so many things in your company that you can't go with me, so say it, just admit it. Ethan Wharton's eyes were dark and he didn't speak. On the day of departure, Kristen Oliver looked at Ethan Wharton standing in front of her and lost in thought. 'I said ... you don't care about your company?' Ethan Wharton pointed to the handbag in his hand and simply opened his mouth. 'Remote management.' Kristen Oliver chuckled helplessly. 'No, this program is recorded for three days and rested for a week.' 'I know.' Ethan Wharton stepped forward and reached for her hand.

I was reminded of the times we’d just called each other for the fun of it and cancelled appointments to talk to each other for hours for nothing really. “How are you doing? I need to discuss something with you. Can we meet?” She cleared her throat. “It’s barely two pm. I’m busy and I would assume you are too.” She replied coldly. I sighed. “Yeah, I am but I would have thought it would be better to have it physically rather than on the phone. Besides you work remotely, I didn't think it was going to be a problem especially since it concerns our kids.” “Remote working doesn't mean I'm jobless. I'm sure we can have it over the phone. What is it that is so urgent?” She said through clenched teet

"Absolutely not. You're saving for your photography studio." "Which can wait. Your mom can't." "I swear if you try to give me money, I'll replace all your camera lenses with plastic toys." "Fine." She huffed. "Then let me help another way. I know some people looking for part-time help." "What kind of help?" "My friend Emily needs a virtual assistant. Just a few hours in the evenings, all remote. And there's this marketing agency that needs someone for small projects. Also remote." "You know Knight Industries has a no moonlighting policy."

It was an email notification. Dear Ms. Barlow, Greetings from DesmondTech! Congratulations on being selected as the perfect candidate for the babysitting job! We are interested in offering you an exclusive contract and a monthly premium pay of $50,000. To discuss the details, you will need to go to our office personally. Please see attached address for your reference. Should you have further questions, do not hesitate to email us back.

It’s so frustrating to deal with Adrian and his constant manipulation techniques. A part of me wants to remain burrowed under the covers, but another part realizes that if I ever want to leave this place unscathed after my plans are done, then I need money, which means I need a job. Working at a physical location might not be ideal because then Adrian would just find something to ruin that for me, or he may even pay them to fire me. Which means that my only option is a remote work. I grab my phone as I quickly begin to browse the internet for jobs that might suit me. I find some that are located within our small town, but with options to work from home, so I quickly copy their emails and sen

"Hey Zoe! It's Ariadne!" . "Oh! Hey, former flatmate! Haha... What's up, Ari?" . "Heeey! So, I was wondering, Zoe, whether there is any job vacancy that I could fill in for these two weeks..." . "What kind of job is it you're looking for, Ari?" . "Anything goes actually. A remote job is fine, cleaning jobs are also fine. I just need a job that is not long-term because I will be doing it only for two weeks."

He had joked that it would raise the value of the property. In the evening when Mrs. Wango had come to drop the usual basket she had commented on the creativity. Now I stepped into the cottage and opened the windows to let in fresh air. I took a warm shower and then dressed in a summer dress then took my laptop and logged into it. Thanks to Llewellyn’s help I had managed to get two remote jobs that didn’t require too many hours but paid very well. Right now I saw that both sites had pending work according to the notifications pinging.

His brain was still running at about sixty percent and he'd been planning to leave work notifications until tomorrow but the sender was Ryan and the subject line said Employment Classification Update and that was the kind of thing that didn't wait. He read it twice. Head of Remote Security Consulting, Sun City Project. His name. His salary, unchanged. A job description that was two paragraphs long and detailed and completely genuine actual deliverables, actual authority over the security architecture for the biggest project Sinclair Industries had run in a decade. All of it structured for off-site work. No physical presence required at any Sinclair location. He read it a third time. Maya gla

Meanwhile mine apparently had. I exhaled and looked back at the screen. School portal. Still inaccessible. Login failed. I stared at it, tried once more, got nothing, and closed it. I wasn't going to cry. Not over this. Not now. After a few seconds I opened another tab. If I couldn't study, maybe I could at least do something useful. Temporary jobs. Remote work. Internships. Anything. The search results loaded — customer service, data entry, administrative assistant — and then one listing caught my eye near the bottom.

It’s cracked, grimy, and currently displaying four unread notifications: two from my bank (rude), one from Chad, and one from my landlord that simply says: ‘Have you considered selling used underwear?’ Delete. Delete. Trauma delete. I open the job app with the same energy as someone re-downloading Tinder after a breakup. It’s all pyramid schemes and jobs with the words “vibrant sales environment,” which we all know translates to free labour. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. Somewhere between “dog psychic assistant” and “energy drink ambassador (must wear costume),” I find it. IMMEDIATE HIRE. NO BACKGROUND CHECK. LOVES KIDS A PLUS.