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I let out a long breath I didn’t know I was holding, and walked toward the library. The room was huge, with tall shelves reaching all the way to the ceiling, filled with thousands of books. There were books about history, science, art, and politics, but most of all, there were books and files about business, finance, and power. They were arranged perfectly, organized in ways that made sense only to someone who knew how the world worked.

But it was the study at the end of the hall that caught her attention. Bianca stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the bookshelves lining the walls. The spines of countless books faced her, their titles neat and orderly. She traced her fingers along the rows: military tactics, the politics of power. Advanced technologies. She frowned, pulling a book off the shelf. Its leather cover was worn. The pages filled with dense diagrams and meticulous notes. Why would a businessman need this? She whispered. Flipping through the pages, who are you really, Theo, she murmured.

I can also do that to know the history of JBC Publishing, but I'd rather leave that place and stay somewhere more comfortable. I scanned each bookshelf to check where I can get books about the company. There are many kinds of books here. It's divided into different categories. The first one is engineering textbooks. The second is accounting. There's business, management and the last one is all about writing and publications. At least I know where I should go next time. At the corner end, there's a small corner where the logo of the company is painted. Below that is a table with different books. The one on top says, JBC and It's Beginnings". So this is what I needed. I grabbed some books and

The circular walls rose high into the clouds, whereas the circular bookshelves rested against the walls. Each compartment was filled with densely packed books.

As gorgeous as it all was, Elaina found herself going farther, to the end of the room, to a section of books that looked terribly old and for some odd reason appeared the most interesting. There were leather chairs in this part of the room as well, single high-backed ones the color of rich caramel. Reaching out, she let her fingers brush lightly over the tattered spines of a couple books, stopping as if by no control of her own on one. The name TREKAS was printed in letters so worn she could barely see them all. Elaina pulled that one from the shelf without a moment’s hesitation. Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank in

For me. "All these books....you have started reading?" I moved towards the bookshelf, looking at the collection in awe, running my fingers over the spines of the books, feeling the texture of the leather and the paper. There were classics, contemporary novels, and even a few non-fiction books that caught my eye. The shelf was beautifully arranged at the corner of the room with books that were arranged, neatly and meticulously. "Uh-huh," He shook his head, coming to stand behind me, "I thought you might like to read sometimes, that's why I arranged this setup."

I asked. "Enough to keep me in business at the best job in the world." She turned back to look at me and beamed. She stopped, pointing to a back corner. "Starting at this shelf all the way to the wall. I'll be here all night so let me know if I can help you with anything. Name is Betty." "Thank you, Betty," I said, turning to the ten to fifteen bookshelves stacked from the floor to the ceiling. It would take me days to get through all that. "Actually…something more specific. What books have named demons in them?"

Arian's pov The atmosphere was bubbling with excitement as the reading festival began in the grand hall. Bright decorations adorned the walls and pillars, infusing the space with an air of excitement and creativity. Shelves behind the main hall overflowed with books of every genre: fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and more. The colors and titles of the novels seemed to dance on the shelves, inviting attendees to explore their stories. New generation authors and readers mingled, their faces lit up with enthusiasm as they discussed their favorite books and writers. I should have been floating with pride but my stomach was knotted, my palms damp with sweat.

The room looked ancient and inviting. There were spiral staircases on either side of the room encased in wooden railings. There were rows upon rows of bookshelves, at intervals, there were white marble benches. There were millions of books in the library but most of them were behind bars. It was as if an imaginary line was sketched. On the bottom shelf, the books were left open to read and on the above shelves, they were in bars. "Why are most of the books behind bars, they look like they are imprisoned," I exclaimed surprised at seeing books in bars for the first time.

On that account, Evy can relate to her shock. It was also the second-largest room in the house with the ballroom taking first. The height of each shelf was something to be astounded about as they almost reached the ceiling. Whereas the books stacked together all in meticulous fashion. "Are all these allowed to be borrowed?" As the woman began to look at the spines of books and touch them in fever.