Chapter 114 - Tazanna • A Message

Today might have been the wrong day that I chose to come to work. I could no longer remember the feel of the soft cushion of my desk chair as well as the feeling of having to have even a second to breathe and enjoy a cup of coffee while I assisted some of the editors or called writers, reminding them of their deadlines. Today has been one of those days that the company is busy as hell—printing day. These were words that most of the employees of this company feared, especially for those books that were scheduled to be printed today, but then there were authors who failed to meet their deadline, and now they need to put in more extra work this time. Seeing this, I felt relieved by the fact that I was only an assistant and not an editor; it must be so stressful, and I've already got a lot on my plate, and I could not afford for my job to add more to that.