Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Susanna Conklin had just seen Queenie coming into the hotel with Nigel, so she was warm and friendly

as she replied, “No problem, Faye. I’ll take good care of Queenie.”

This was the first time Queenie had a proper job. She was determined to work hard and make

something of herself. At the very least, she wanted to be able to support herself.

“Queenie, what’s your relationship with Mr. Manson?” Susanna asked quietly.

“I’m a distant relative of his-a cousin of sorts.” It was much easier to give this answer now that it wasn’t

her first time doing so. Susanna smiled even wider as she thought to herself, Here I was worrying that

she was Mr. Manson’s new girlfriend! Gosh, I was so afraid that was the case! Well, if she’s just family,

then I still have a shot.

Queenie had a good head on her shoulders and was quick in picking up the tasks as well. Susanna

was also shocked to see how fast of a learner she was. From the looks of it, she would be able to

handle the job herself way before three months of training were over.

One of the young women working as a greeter started getting a stomach ache, so she turned to

Susanna and said, “Susanna, can you take my place for a bit? I need to use the restroom.”

Susanna didn’t want to be standing on her feet for so long, so she turned to Queenie. ‘Queenie, go and

cover for her.”

“Alright!” Queenie got up from her seat and stood in place by the main entrance with three other female

employees. Soon after she took the position, a flurry of footsteps rang out from the elevator lobby.

Five stern-faced middle-aged men came out with Nigel at the helm. The men carried themselves in a

serious manner that made it clear they were the company’s senior executives, while Nigel’s figure and

handsome features him look more like a model instead.

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Even so, Nigel still had an imposing aura that made it obvious he was in charge.

The moment he got to the main entrance, he spotted Queenie standing nearby. Although she wore the

same uniform as all the other pretty young women working as greeters, there was still something

unique about her presence that made him pick her out of the crowd right away.

All of a sudden, he realized that the silk scarf she wore as part of her uniform was a little crooked. He

had an obsessive- compulsive streak which got the better of him as he stepped over to her. She was

alarmed, and before she knew what was going on, he started rearranging her scarf with his long,

slender fingers.

Queenie gulped. She froze as she looked up at him. Nigel had a serious expression on his face as he

carefully adjusted her scarf. She took in his arched eyebrows, dark, glittering eyes, high-bridged nose,

and tempting lips. He has the ladykiller features, she remarked in her mind.

The other three greeters sorely wished their scarves had been crooked as well so that they could have

Nigel adjust theirs for them.

Queenie’s heart rate was soaring through the roof. This was her first time having a man arranging her

scarf for her so intimately right in public. “Thank you, Mr. Manson,” she said politely once Nigel stepped

back with a satisfied look.

He glanced at her. “Make sure you always look presentable.”

“Yes, Mr. Manson,” she promised at once. Nigel finally left with the other men, and as soon as he was

gone, everyone turned their gazes onto Queenie. All the employees in the lobby had witnessed

everything that took place, and she nearly drowned in their looks of envy.

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “It’s obvious that someone did it on purpose!” A harsh voice rang out

all of a sudden. Queenie looked across to see a pretty but mean-looking woman staring at her

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scornfully.

“I think everyone has misunderstood this. I didn’t do it on purpose,” Queenie quickly defended herself.

“Stooping to these tricks just as soon as you started the job, huh? I don’t think you’re here to work.

You’re here for Mr. Manson!”

“That’s right.” For the sake of clearing things up, Queenie had no choice but to use the same cover

story again. “Please don’t get the wrong idea! I’m just his cousin.”

The greeters who had been clouded in jealousy just moments ago immediately gasped in shock.

“You’re Mr. Manson’s cousin?”

“Yeah, albeit a little distantly related, so please don’t misunderstand anything.” Queenie could tell that

all the unmarried women working in this hotel had a crush on Nigel. To avoid being the target of their

jealousy, she figured it would be best to lie and say she was his cousin.

Sure enough, her words wiped off the looks of intense jealousy in the eyes of the three female

employees who were glowering at her earlier. It explained why Nigel had personally adjusted her scarf

for her.

Naturally, such things spread like wildfire among the employees, and at the very least, Queenie no

longer had to suffer from similar misunderstandings. At Silverstein Residence.

When Maggie woke up in the morning, she began to worry about her eldest daughter. There had been

a thunderstorm last night, and Queenie had run off just like that. I wonder if she got caught in the rain.

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