"What?!"
The loud voice of the editor-in-chief startled the people on second floor.
"What do you mean you can't pass the manuscript now?! Goodness, Johnson!" He put his hand on his brows and massaged them. "You've been drinking with your buddies at night but you can't finish your manuscript?!"
I stared at him babbling on the phone. Editor-in-chief George Brown, with his wrinkles visible on his forehead and under his eyes, was obviously stressed.
I sighed. Of course he's stressed. He was assigned to be the editor of a famous author who had a bad personality. Good thing I was not in his position.
I went back to my laptop. Sandra Robins, the author I was assigned to, said that she would be making a new book. She didn't tell me the plot yet because she had two choices to choose from. She said she would fax the manuscripts to me when she's done deciding. And, I was already done proofreading the manuscripts of another author since yesterday, so I had a lot of free time. All I had to do was wait.
"Sandy."
I turned to my side. "Yes?"
"You free?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Then," he reached a pile of papers to me, "photocopy these for me."
"Geez." I scratched my head and took the papers. "Don't order me around, Tim."
"Just do it. You're free anyway." He said without looking at me. "I have a lot to revise Sarah's manuscripts." He clicked his tongue. "Why did she have to be an author anyway? Her stories sucks."
"Hey, now." I stood up. "I'm sure her stories are awesome in a way."
He smirked. "You wish."
I walked towards the xerox machine, then I heard a phone ring. George's loud voice once again filled the second floor. I heard whispers and irritated murmurs around me as fellow editors pass by.
Yeah, yeah.
This is our everyday life, guys. Get use to it.
"This is our everyday life, guys. Get use to it."
"True." A woman answered when she passed by me.
Oops. I said that out loud.
I sighed.
Some things never change, no?
"White!"
I turned around. Ric, whose desk was just across mine, waved a coupon. "Fax is for you."
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Vincent
ActionUntil he watched that video, something stirred the emotions of Vincent. It made him confused, wrecked, miserable, and desperate. In the midst of it, his parents planned for divorce, and worse, he didn't know that they were using drugs. Not just that...
