A cold wind entered the half-open window of the old office. The publishing office was and still is a quiet but busy place. Nothing interesting happens here except for the stories that are written in the newspapers and magazines that the people in this office have been writing down.
Enthrone Publishing has been around for almost a decade. A very successful business but still modest with their decoration and display but their works are to be made extravagant. The writers and workers love doing their jobs and they are amazing at it.
There are three major stations of Enthrone Publishing and they are the News Station, Leisure Station, and Letter Station.
The News Station contains writers that have eyes and ears all over the entire country. Their job is to gain and possess very factual detail about an issue or an event. They write down the political topics, controversial subjects, Occurring events, and business.
Leisure Station contains writers who also have all ears and eyes all over the country but focus on leisure events, grand occasions, celebrities, affairs of the privileged, fashion, trends, and advertising useless or excessive materials and objects for rich people to buy.
The Letter Station contains the writers who have their eyes focused on what their clients want them to write. The majority of the people in the country are illiterate and they need to send out letters to their loved ones or to friends. The writers in this station are special since they do their best to understand their clients and translate what they're really feeling inside to a letter.
A contented sigh left a letter writer's mouth, finishing up the letter she'd written for a young female client. She smiled at the young girl and read her letter out loud.
"Dear mommy, I don't want to keep you away from what you're doing but I want you to read this only letter that I'll ever send to you. I will be away for a very long time but I hope Mr. Jenkinson will keep you company. I've been with you for so many years and I've never seen you fail at expressing your love for me. Even at your lowest, you still gave me your best. Now, I'm afraid I'll leave you for a short time extending to whenever I will return. I love you but don't come looking for me. Love, Ilinoi"
The young female client beamed up with a bright smile, bowing to the writer. "I will be in your debt, Miss Verona. When the business with my husband to be will take off, I'll bring you the finest of jewelry and help you with whatever you want."
Miss Verona Riviero is a sixteen year old who just graduated from Word Wings Academy, an Academy that produces the best and the finest writers in the country to become one of Enthrone Publishing's writers.
They label their writers' titles on where they are stationed.
The News Station writers are called "Spies"
The Leisure Station writers are called "Gems"
The Letter Station writers are called "Doves"
Verona just gave the girl a smile and nodded. "I wish you both the best. You only have to give me a smile of victory in your return."
She waved goodbye at the young client, making her way to the Post station where they send off their letters.
"Miss Verona, you're being called by the boss. To his office, it is urgent." The personal assisstant finally caught his breath sfter running around the whole area to look for her.
Verona nodded and smiled sweetly at him. "I'll be running, then."
I just started working as a Dove!
Am I gonna get fired?