Chapter 10

Dawn sat on her chair, one hand propping up her chin and the other absentmindedly tapping a pencil on the dusty board desk. You'd think with how much revenue they charge they'd afford more janitors or perhaps, a working air conditioner.

She sighed, turning to glance at Mike, the leader of the editors' team who sat on her right, leaning back into his seat whilst seemingly trying to count the number of tiles on the ceiling. Either that or he was muttering to himself, which wasn't entirely impossible considering he had a mental health record.

To her left was her desperate best friend who unsuccessfully tried to pay attention to George's monotonous lecture on how the stock charts had waned pitifully low regardless of the fact that they had spent sleepless nights reading, re-reading, and analyzing every single method on market ratio. 

Releasing a loud breath, she slouched on her spot, dazing into oblivion but the sudden buzz of her phone startled her from nearly