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I said, following her in. The layout of their suite was similar to mine, but the way the interior was designed was markedly different. I could tell at a glance that the place was decorated according to Ms. Lee's taste, despite the fact that her son owned the place. I was starting to think that Jester bought it for his mom rather than himself. The walls were a pale yellow, the floor tiled with dark grey, and gauzy bronze curtains covered the glass walls. The sitting room had large, comfy sofas, and the books on the shelves were arranged neatly. They were familiar titles, mostly novels and some poetry, and I thought it was rather brazen of them to display actual books like this. Paper is now c

The wall behind it was off-white and empty. She looked at it for a long time. "It needs something horizontal," she said. "Not one piece. Multiple things on a line." "What things?" She turned to look at me. "The book," she said slowly. "Something from the book." "Thomas's letter," I said. "The opening question." She went still. "Printed and framed," I said. "Simply. On the wall where you write." She looked at the wall. "Did you know what you were leaving behind," she said quietly.

Walking inside, she grabbed a piece of paper and held it out for me. It was a picture of a black wall with an alternating pattern of dark wood. There were lanterns hung on either side on the wood center. This must have been her inspo picture, and she was hitting it perfectly. The right wall was floor to ceiling bookshelves of matching stain. A small black metal chandelier was already hung from the ceiling. Black metal handles were on all the cabinets to tie everything together. “You did a great job!” Handing the paper back to her, she got a big smile on her face.

His chest rose and fell quickly, and his boots echoed sharply against the polished floor. As expected, Zane didn’t flinch. He sat behind a massive black oak desk, comfortably nestled in a deep leather chair that looked like a throne. The room smelled of smoke and expensive cologne. The walls were lined with dark shelves filled with books, trophies, and a few framed photographs that seemed too perfect to be real. One side of the room had tall glass windows, the curtains half drawn. Heavy shadows danced along the walls.

“Apart from my bedroom and the kitchen, this is my favorite room in the house.” She knew her jaw was sitting on the floor. Two walls from floor to ceiling were packed with books. There were so many books in the room they were even sitting on tables and then she noted the wall-to-wall bank of windows with an upholstered built-in bench and multiple books sitting on it as if he’d been there reading multiple times. “Do you sit there and read or is this for show?” He frowned at her question, “for show? Who would do such a thing?” “Men trying to impress girls with their supposed intellect?”

The room was also, unexpectedly and completely, full of books. Every wall that was not a window had shelves, floor to ceiling, built-in rather than assembled, the kind that suggested the apartment had been configured around the books rather than the other way around. Fiction and non-fiction shelved together without obvious system. Spines facing out. Some with markers in them. Many with the cracked spines of books that had been read multiple times and had stopped pretending to be new.

the leading examiner said. He moved forward a couple steps and watched over the crowd intently. "Oh not this…" the examiner earlier said. The leading examiner let out his powerful presence. The whole room was filled with the examiner's presence. Everyone felt it and turned their attention towards the stage. And then he let out his loud voice, "Silence! you insects.." "What the…?!" Tim reacted. "Heh, it seems he's still the same as before." Pulte said to himself. "What's with all this ruckus about? Did you all come here to talk to one another or are you here because you want to join the Wall guards?" Shoan angrily shouted.

The wall behind the desk was the side of the building so it was entirely made up of windows. Walking up to it, I looked out over the area. There wasn’t much of a view, considering there were just more tall high-rise buildings around but you could see the streets below. I moved around the space, reading some of the boring titles of books on the shelves. They were your typical office books and nothing exciting or worth pulling to read. Turning back to Lec, he was leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes shut. “Do you know how long he will be?”

As the door opened and the room showed itself, I gasped in shock at the poshness of it. Without stepping a foot inside, I watched with widened eyes at everything the room had. An entire wall was lined with bookshelves, over a hundred books lining those shelves. There was a window in the middle, not a small one but a two-meter long window with beautiful wooden curves centered in the middle. A futon was placed right under the window and was decorated with pink pillows and a blanket that looked like the fur of an animal. Pushed up against the center of the wall was a king-sized bed, four big pillows with two smaller ones in front, and a pink overcoat. It could easily house four people and then

The difference is that Ben's unit adds a mezzanine aka an additional floor using half the height of the room for a bed without a bed so that the main floor has additional space. The most amazing thing for Maureen was the bookshelves made of wooden pallets painted the same color as the walls. White. The books were arranged as if they were floating when viewed from a distance. "Six days a week, you're just doing work and you go to the office almost every day sleepy. When will you have friends?" Again, Ben continued to tease her. The boxes that were brought in gave a thumping effect when placed on the surface of the round table in the center of the room. With no chairs or sofas in sight, Ben's