Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 142

In her dreams, Anastasia gave her mother her word. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

As she went to the front of a mirror, she saw that her slightly swollen eyes had turned visibly more haggard.

After dropping her son off at school, she went to work. The moment she entered the elevator, two women in front of her intentionally spoke in loud voices. “Hey! Wasn’t there a trophy in the display case before? Why is it missing?”

“I heard that it was returned. It was awarded under pretenses so great that someone felt too ashamed to accept it!”

“My, if it were me, I wouldn’t even leave the house, let alone come to work!’

“Would you both like a loudspeaker so that you can make yourselves heard?” Anastasia asked them.

Both of them glanced at her. “Ah, Miss Tillman, we didn’t say who we were talking about! Are you admitting it was you?”

e talking about someone else. Don’t misunderstand us now. Miss Tillman.”

As Anastasia moved to step out of the elevator, one of the women suddenly stuck a foot out and nearly tripped her. She then turned back to angrily glare at the

woman apologized in a fake manner despite having clearly done it

office. Grace had already tidied it up

morning, Felicia held a

and played with her pen. The noisy conference room suddenly

up, she saw Elliot’s tall, handsome figure coming in through the conference room door. He hadn’t been to the meetings in several days and she had no

down again in her

a chair and sat down next to Anastasia, Felicia greeted respectfully, “Good

uttered in a low voice as he looked at the woman

suddenly called her

stared at her in astonishment. How bold she had to be to space out so completely even with Elliot sitting next

me?”

Anastasia came back to her senses and realized that she was being called. She

just received a private custom order. The client has expressly asked for you to design her a

Anastasia lacked money at the moment, she didn’t hesitate to nod.

Alice, who kept lowering the collar of her blouse in such a manner

able to see what the woman was doing, Anastasia propped her chin up with a hand

at