Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“On it.” A smiling Ellen nodded. Fifteen minutes later, the assistant came to the
pantry again while Ellen served her freshly brewed coffee. As soon as the
assistant had her first sip, she exclaimed, “Woah! It tastes the same as the ones I
had in cafes! I love it!"

“I worked at a cafe before,” Ellen explained. “No wonder you have the touch.
Thanks!” said the assistant who left thereafter.

Ellen had the luxury of time serving the employees here. To work in the
presidential office, one had to be the best of the best, their jurisdictions revolved
around the incoming reports from all around the world.

When it was time to get off work, she was uncertain whether to leave, so she
decided to stay temporarily. It was then that a figure appeared by the door before
resting himself against the door frame. “It's time to go home.”

“President Presgrave, is there anything that I can help you with?” She stood up at
the drop of a hat.

“There is. Come with me for dinner.” Jared often had dinner alone, so he would
not mind the extra company. Is this also my job? A curious Ellen blinked her eyes.
“Is this one of my tasks?"

“Yes.” He reassured her. “Okay. Let's go.” She nodded with red cheeks.
Together, they headed to the underground. parking lot and that private restaurant
Jared frequented. The kitchen served different menus every day, and enticing
dishes were on today’s menu. Every dish was meticulously concocted, and the
chefs prioritized taste and nutrition over quantity. So, Jared ordered six from
them.

As though it was a gustatory feast, the dishes were served in ones and twos
while he recounted their background stories. For instance, the fish’s origin and
the type of shrimp used for today’s dish. Ellen pricked her ears at his broad
insight.

Despite the little age gap between them, his knowledge knew no bounds. She
was deeply impressed by the fact that he knew everything. from Ato Z.
Youngsters nowadays were relatively untrammeled, hence the mindlessness to
study and desire to enjoy life with little money in hand. However, this man
possessed not only an abundance of wealth but also knowledge. His nature itself
was more charming than his handsome looks.

“President Presgrave, may I read when I don’t have incoming work?” Ellen
requested on the account that daydreaming was simply an act of wasting time.
“Sure. You can do whatever you fancy” Jared nodded because he did not transfer
her to his jurisdiction to make her work in the first place. His sole wish was to
protect her and that smile on her face.

Feeling touched, she felt her eyes getting watery. No one had ever treated her so
well ever since Jessica passed away. Just how lucky am I to meet such a
capable gentleman? How can I repay his kindness? I don’t think I have anything
to repay him.

At that moment, her phone rang upon receiving a call from Selena. She rose
from a seat and said, “Excuse me, President Presgrave.”

She went to the garden and answered the call, after which Selena’s voice
resounded. “Ellie, where do you live? I've packed up my stuff and am on my way
to your place.”

“I'm out, Selena. Why don’t you have dinner on your own first?”

“Who are you with?” Selena questioned curiously. “A-A friend of mine.”

“Who? Don't tell me it's President Presgrave.” Selena guessed. Nothing can ever
escape her grasp. Ellen let out a silent sigh. “Yeah. I'm still working.”

“Okay. Just inform me when you're home,” said Selena. “Sure.” Ellen ended the
call and returned to the restaurant.

Jared was grilling a piece of beef for her. Now that she was back, he placed it on
her plate. “I've grilled it. Have a try.”