I sacrificed my precious vacation to attend a pop-up event for a modern fantasy series I absolutely loved. The crowds were terrible. The lines were endless. But it was worth it.
Then on that very day, I got transported into that fantasy world.
Not as a hero. Not as a villain. Not as the protagonist’s love interest or tragic mentor.
As a newly hired employee at a renowned major corporation. A desk job. A commute. A boss who expects results.
At first, I panicked. Then I realized this company has amazing benefits, a high salary, and kind, competent supervisors. It is a dream workplace by any standard.
Using my knowledge of the world, I quickly climb the corporate ladder. I know which projects will succeed. I know which rivals to avoid. I know exactly how to impress my superiors because I read about all of them in the source material.
My career is flourishing. My bank account is growing. My colleagues respect me.
But am I happy, you ask?
Please. Let me go back home.
I did not ask to be trapped in a ghost story. I did not ask to spend my days in meetings while monsters lurk outside the office windows. I just wanted to enjoy a pop-up event.
Can a overworked office worker survive supernatural horrors, corporate politics, and the crushing realization that she may never see her real bed again?
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