CHAPTER-ONE
1363 Words
Morning at Aether Media Group always began the same way-loud, restless, and full of urgency.
Phones rang across the newsroom like alarms that refused to stop. Computer keyboards clicked endlessly as writers chased deadlines that were always too close. Editors leaned over desks arguing about headlines while interns hurried past carrying stacks of printed drafts.
For outsiders, the newsroom looked chaotic.
For the people who worked there, it was simply another Monday.
Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the twelfth floor, casting bright reflections across the rows of desks. Large television screens mounted on the walls displayed live news updates, each one competing for attention with the dozens of open documents on employees' laptops.
Somewhere near the centre of the room, someone cursed quietly.
"Who approved this headline?" a voice demanded.
"Not me," another replied quickly.
"Then fix it before Andreas sees it!"
At the sound of that name, several people immediately lowered their voices.
Because everyone working at Aether Media knew one thing very clearly.
If Andreas Nikolaou saw your mistake first... your day was over.
At the far end of the newsroom stood a sleek glass office overlooking the entire department. The walls were transparent, allowing its occupant to see everything happening on the floor.
Inside sat the man himself.
Andreas Nikolaou, senior editor.
His desk was spotless, organized with a precision that matched the way he edited articles. A tablet rested in front of him as he reviewed the morning's submissions.
His expression was calm, almost unreadable, but his eyes were sharp as they scanned every line.
Red marks appeared across the document with swift movements of his stylus.
Delete.
Rewrite.
Clarify.
Too vague.
Andreas leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze lingering on a poorly structured paragraph.
"Unacceptable," he murmured under his breath.
Outside his office, the newsroom continued buzzing.
Inside, there was only silence.
A sudden knock interrupted it.
Andreas didn't immediately look up.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Maria Georgiou stepped inside.
Maria was one of the most experienced editors at Aether Media, known equally for her writing skills and her uncanny ability to know everyone's business.
She crossed her arms lightly and leaned against the doorframe.
"Good morning, boss."
Andreas glanced up from his tablet.
"Maria."
His tone was neutral.
"What do you need?"
She smiled slightly.
"Well, technically I'm not the one who needs something."
Andreas raised an eyebrow.
"Explain."
Maria stepped aside, revealing someone standing behind her in the hallway.
"Meet the new hire."
A young man walked into the office.
He looked around briefly before his eyes settled on Andreas.
Nikos Stavros.
He didn't look nervous.
That was the first thing Andreas noticed.
Most new employees who stepped into this office suddenly forgot how to breathe properly. Their shoulders tensed, their voices stumbled, and they avoided direct eye contact like it might get them into trouble.
But Nikos walked in calmly, like this meeting was just another part of his day.
His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his posture carried an easy confidence that felt almost rebellious in this environment.
Maria gestured toward him.
"Andreas, this is Nikos Stavros. The new junior writer HR told us about."
Nikos stepped forward and extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you."
Andreas looked at the offered hand for a moment before shaking it.
His grip was firm.
"Welcome to Aether Media."
Nikos nodded once.
"Thanks."
Maria clapped her hands together softly.
"Alright! Introductions done."
Andreas narrowed his eyes slightly.
"That was fast."
Maria shrugged.
"Well, there's one more thing."
He already didn't like the sound of that.
"You're supervising him."
The room went quiet.
Andreas slowly turned his head toward her.
"I'm what?"
Maria's smile widened.
"You're mentoring our new writer."
Andreas leaned back in his chair.
"I don't mentor."
"Well," she said cheerfully, "now you do."
He pressed his fingers against the desk, his patience clearly thinning.
"Maria."
"Yes?"
"Why exactly am I only hearing about this now?"
"Because HR finalized it this morning."
"And no one thought to ask me?"
Maria gave him an innocent look.
"The boss thought you'd say no."
Andreas sighed quietly.
Of course.
His gaze shifted toward Nikos again.
The young writer was watching the conversation with obvious interest.
Almost like he was enjoying it.
That alone irritated Andreas slightly.
"Have you worked in media before?" Andreas asked him.
Nikos nodded.
"A few places."
"Why did you leave?"
"Different reasons."
"That's vague."
Nikos shrugged.
"Creative differences."
Maria snorted softly from the doorway.
Andreas ignored her.
"Creative differences usually means someone didn't follow instructions."
"Or," Nikos replied calmly, "someone didn't like new ideas."
The faintest silence stretched between them.
Maria's eyes moved back and forth between the two men.
Oh, this was going to be entertaining.
Andreas leaned forward slightly.
"You think you're creative?"
"I think I'm good at my job."
Confidence.
Too much confidence.
Andreas slid a printed article across the desk.
"Your writing sample."
Nikos picked it up and glanced through it.
"You read it already?"
"Yes."
"And?"
Andreas spoke without hesitation.
"You're talented."
Nikos waited.
"But," Andreas continued, "your structure lacks discipline, your tone shifts too often, and you ignore editorial guidelines."
Nikos placed the paper back down.
"That sounds like you didn't like it."
"It means it needs work."
"Well," Nikos said lightly, "good thing I'm here then."
Maria covered her mouth to hide a smile.
Andreas stared at him.
Most writers tried to defend their work nervously.
This one looked like he was enjoying the argument.
Interesting.
"Your first assignment starts today," Andreas said.
"Today?"
"Yes."
"No orientation?"
"You'll learn faster by working."
Nikos considered that for a moment.
Then he smiled.
"Alright."
He stood up.
"I'll do it."
Andreas handed him a folder.
"Research this topic and bring me a draft by tomorrow morning."
Nikos opened the folder.
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
"You're serious?"
"Completely."
"This is a complicated piece."
"That's the point."
Another pause.
Then Nikos nodded slowly.
"Okay."
He turned toward the door.
But before leaving, he looked back.
"Can I ask you something?"
Andreas raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Do you always scare your writers like this?"
"I don't scare them."
Nikos smirked.
"You definitely do."
And with that, he walked out.
Maria burst into quiet laughter the moment the door closed.
"Oh, I like him already."
Andreas didn't respond.
He simply watched through the glass walls as Nikos stepped onto the newsroom floor.
Almost immediately, several heads turned.
The gossip chain had already started.
Maria crossed her arms.
"He's bold."
"Yes."
"And stubborn."
"Yes."
"And probably going to argue with you again."
"Most likely."
Maria smiled.
"This is going to be fun."
Outside the office, Nikos approached one of the empty desks near the centre of the room.
A man with messy brown hair rolled his chair closer.
"Kostas Demetriou," he introduced himself.
"Nikos."
Kostas glanced toward the glass office.
"So... how bad was it?"
"Not bad."
Kostas blinked.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
Another woman leaned over the desk nearby.
"Wait," she said. "You met Andreas already?"
Nikos nodded.
She shook her head dramatically.
"Wow. First day and you survived."
"Is he that scary?"
Kostas laughed.
"You'll find out."
Across the room, inside the glass office, Andreas looked up from his desk. His eyes drifted toward the newsroom floor.
Toward Nikos.
The new writer was laughing at something Kostas said, looking completely relaxed.
Like he belonged there already.
Andreas watched him for a moment longer before returning to his work.
But something about their conversation lingered in his mind.
Confidence.
Defiance.
Talent.
Most writers tried to please him.
Nikos Stavros clearly had no intention of doing that.
And somehow...
That made Andreas curious.
Outside the office, Maria leaned toward Kostas and whispered loudly enough for several people to hear.
"I give it two weeks before those two start a war."
Kostas smirked.
"I give it three days."
Nikos glanced between them.
"You're all very dramatic."
Maria grinned.
"Oh, you have no idea."
And somewhere behind the glass walls, Andreas Nikolaou silently wondered the same thing.
Because something told him this new writer was about to turn his perfectly organized newsroom upside down.
And this was only the beginning.
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