Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“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.
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?

“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.