Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

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“I got it. I’ll be right there.” The girl immediately grabbed the bag and shut the door behind her. Nigel let

out a soft sigh. His mind had been occupied by thoughts of the meeting he was about to have later, but

he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else after he saw the girl’s smile. He shook his head furiously as

he walked toward the elevator.

Meanwhile, Queenie’s room was like a battlefield. She hastily threw a shirt on before pulling a pencil

skirt up to her waist. Then, she rushed to brush her teeth and wash her face in the washroom before

pulling her hair back into a half- bun.

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Once she was done, she sped out of the room. She knew that she didn’t have much time, and she

wasn’t sure if her five minutes were up, but she rushed down to the garage anyway.

When she got downstairs, she found the man dressed in white shirt and white slacks. He was sitting on

the couch in the garage. The regular man might not have been able to pull off a full-white outfit, but

Nigel seemed especially elegant and posh in it. Furthermore, there was a mixture of class and

trendiness in the aura he gave off, so whatever he wore somehow made him seem unique.

He had one leg crossed over the other as he glanced at the watch on his wrist. He looked as if he was

very focused on the time. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Was I late?” Queenie asked the moment she appeared.

The man scanned her from head to toe before he let out a laugh. “Are you planning to wear slippers to

work?” he asked.

Queenie bowed her head in embarrassment for a few seconds before replying, “The shoes I wore

yesterday

were too dirty. I already threw them out.”

Nigel stared at her in exasperation. He had no idea why he put himself through all this trouble. It

could’ve just ended with him letting her stay at his place for a week before shooing her away, so why

did he even agree to give her a job as well?

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“Forget it. Let’s just go to the hotel.” He opened the door to his sports car before calling out to her, “Get

in.”

“Thank you, Mr. Manson!” Queenie replied at once. She was beginning to feel bad about everything.

Just last night, she even threatened to start a protest in front of his hotel!

I never would’ve expected Mr. Manson to be a pretty decent man and a rather forgiving one to boot!

After getting into the car, she started apologizing again, “Mr. Manson, I need to apologize to you. I

threatened you last night by saying that I would bring a banner and start a protest in front of your hotel,

but it was just something I blurted out in the heat of the moment. Please don’t take it to heart!”

Nigel cocked his eyebrows and turned to look at Queenie. She flashed him a smile and said,

“Someday, I’ll do my best to repay your kindness for taking me in.”

He didn’t feel like talking. He felt like his ears had been buzzing all morning. Usually, he was the only

one in the house, and thus he was used to having complete silence, which suited him perfectly.