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Fugitive Count: Book 1
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The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of the office building, casting a warm glow on Alice's desk, which was cluttered with documents.
Dressed in a simple yet professional suit, she focused intently on her computer screen, her long fingers flying over the keyboard as she tackled the mountain of tasks before her.
“Alice, this report needs to be finished by the end of the day. The client is pressing us for it,” her department supervisor said as he passed by her workstation, dropping off a stack of materials with an urgent tone that left no room for negotiation.
“Sure, I’ll get it done as soon as possible,” Alice replied, looking up with a confident smile that reflected her commitment to her work. Despite the heavy workload, she always managed to handle everything in an organized manner.
Throughout the morning, the office was filled only with the sounds of typing and the hushed discussions of colleagues about their tasks.
Alice occasionally paused to rub her tired eyes and gaze out the window for a moment, taking a brief respite before diving back into her demanding work.
As noon approached, her colleagues began to rise for lunch. Alice set aside her work temporarily and joined a few close friends to head to the company cafeteria. There, they enjoyed their meals while sharing amusing stories from their lives.
“Alice, have you read any good books lately?” her colleague Amy asked curiously.
“I’ve recently become obsessed with a novel set in the Nineteenth Century called 'Nineteenth Century Love Entanglement.' The plot is incredibly captivating,” Alice said, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she enthusiastically shared details about the book.
“That sounds interesting! You really are a bookworm; once you start talking about books, you can’t stop,” another colleague teased with a smile.
Amid laughter and chatter, they wrapped up their lunch. Alice returned to her office and resumed her busy afternoon.
Finally finishing her workday, Alice dragged her weary body back home.
After a simple dinner, she eagerly nestled into the sofa, picking up her beloved novel and immersing herself in the world of the Nineteenth Century.
The novel depicted a Nineteenth Century filled with mystery and romance. Nobles danced gracefully in their lavish attire at extravagant balls, while in small villages, people lived simple and tranquil lives.
Alice was deeply captivated by the ups and downs of the story, as if she were transported to that era herself.
She wept for the tragic fate of the female protagonist and applauded her strength and bravery.
When the male lead made his entrance, her heart raced; his handsome demeanor and deep affection left her utterly enchanted.
The delicate descriptions of Nineteenth Century society allowed Alice to almost smell the fragrance of flowers in the air and hear the clattering of carriages on cobblestone streets.
As time passed and night deepened, Alice remained completely absorbed in the novel, oblivious to the changes in her surroundings. She furrowed her brow at times and smiled at others, as if experiencing the joys and sorrows of the characters alongside them.
Throughout her reading, images from the book continuously surfaced in her mind. She imagined what stories might unfold if she were in that era. She longed to pursue love and dreams as boldly as the heroine of her story.
Before she knew it, it was already late at night. Alice stretched lazily, rubbed her tired eyes, and reluctantly set the book down.
Lying in bed, scenes from the novel still echoed in her mind, filled with longing and yearning for that time. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
Unbeknownst to her, the wheels of fate were about to turn, and a marvelous journey through time awaited her.
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