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.”

the elevator stopped at the level of the Department of Design. As Anastasia moved to step out of the elevator, one of the women suddenly stuck a foot out and nearly tripped her.

Tillman,” the woman apologized in a fake manner despite having clearly done

Anastasia walked to her office. Grace had already tidied it up for her and even poured her a cup of

the morning, Felicia held a

noisy conference room suddenly became so quiet that she could have heard

handsome figure coming in through the conference room door. He hadn’t been to the meetings in several days and she had no idea why he was here

head down again in her reluctance to pay any attention

sat down next to

a low voice as he looked at the woman

suddenly called

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

you hear me?” Felicia raised

came back to her senses and realized that she was being called. She quickly— nodded. “Oh! Please proceed, Director

order. The client has expressly asked for you to design her

lacked money at the moment,

a manner that her blouse was becoming out of shape. With intent, she directed her cleavage

what the woman was doing, Anastasia propped her chin up with a hand and sneered at Alice. “You

glanced at