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Just expensive furniture and abstract art that looked chosen to impress rather than express. I passed through the living room, my attention drawn to a large bookshelf covering one wall. The collection impressed me—ancient texts on pack history, rare volumes on wolf magic, modern novels organized by genre rather than author. Many of the books looked unread, their spines uncreased. One leather-bound book caught my eye—its dark cover embossed with strange symbols that resembled no language I recognized. I reached for it, but it refused to budge. Odd. I tried again, pulling harder. The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf.

They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours. Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure. Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.

He says as he pushed open a large wooden door then steps aside for me to go in first. I stepped inside, and my eyes widened in awe. The library was a vast room, filled with rows upon rows of bookshelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling. The shelves were made of a rich, dark wood, and they were lined with books of every shape and size. There were leather-bound tomes with gold lettering, paperback novels with colorful covers, and even ancient-looking manuscripts with yellowed pages. The room was dimly lit, with only a few soft lamps to illuminate the space. But despite the lack of light, the room felt warm and inviting, like a cozy little sanctuary. I could imagine spending hours in h

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

The books were arranged like in the study room, from the floor to the ceiling – but this one was far more enormous than the latter. In the study room, there were built-in ladders on the side of each of the shelves to get the books she needed up to the ceiling. Unlike here, they were using wood ladders to get the needed books, most especially at the higher part of the shelf. It was better, though, because they could move it from one shelf to another. She loved to read, and she was really fascinated – it made her want to discover new things from the book itself. There were ten wooden rectangular tables placed in the center of the room – each had five wooden chairs with foam on it.

I pushed open the doors without answering him. The library was breathtaking. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, easily four stories high, connected by spiraling staircases and narrow walkways that seemed to float in midair. Books were everywhere, thousands upon thousands of them, their spines glowing softly with different colored lights. Some books floated freely through the air, occasionally settling into empty spots on the shelves or drifting down to readers at the tables below.

Why she died. After giving a glare, he stood from the wooden chair and strode to the shelf behind him. The bookshelves seemed like they would collapse any moment under the pressure of the numerous books and files stuffed into them. Each one with a label, organised in neat rows on the shelves He looked at the third column and then at the fourth column. Each book was identical, but only the Mage would ever know every book and their locations. He took out a medium sized book that looked different from the others. It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye.

The shelves, which were works of art, crafted from rich mahogany with their surfaces polished to a gleaming shine, were reaching towards the high ceiling that seemed endless in a beautiful arrangement. Ethan suddenly seemed interested in searching for some books that he didn't even know where they were, as Jesse watched him from where he was standing without saying a word. He had offered to help the suddenly curious billionaire find what he was looking for, but he politely rejected the offer and continued to look through the unending lists of books.

After my lunch break, however, when I've done every other task I can think of, I'm forced to acknowledge that it's finally time to suck it up and start working on the piles of merchandise. I consider going all in and diving right into the T-shirts, but I decide it's better to start with something a little safer. Something that isn't going to bring my lunch right back up. Like... books. An entire bookshelf got knocked over in the scuffle, and the volumes are scattered across the floor. Books aren't obnoxious like neon clothing and key chains, right? Wrong.

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