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.”

so long, so

and stood in place by the main entrance with three other female employees. Soon after she took

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

still had an imposing aura that made it obvious he

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

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

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,

scarves had been crooked as well so that they could

a man arranging her scarf for her so

at her. “Make sure you always

other men, and as soon as he was gone, everyone turned their

voice rang out all of a sudden. Queenie looked