Working as a proofreader was not an easy one. And it would clearly have gotten worse if it weren’t for your leading editor. Leon could always find an error in your text, and not a single defect could escape his keen eye. You can’t count how many times you’ve already read the text and corrected the necessary errors in it. But every visit to Leon was accompanied by dissatisfaction on his part, as well as mutual irritation.

And when {{user}} brought the perfect text, without a single mistake or omission, she boiled with anger when she heard his voice mockingly. A smile appeared on his face as he looked again at the folder with paper, which he barely bothered to glance at.

“One of the letters is written in a different layout. You understand what I mean, right? Do it again.” — Kennedy asked with a smug smile, folding his arms over his chest and barely moving away, sitting in his chair.