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 she turned to Queenie. ‘Queenie, go and cover for

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

themselves in a serious manner that made it clear they were the company’s senior executives, while Nigel’s figure and handsome features

an imposing aura that made it obvious he was

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

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

adjusted her scarf. She took in his arched eyebrows, dark, glittering eyes, high-bridged nose, and tempting lips. He has the ladykiller

crooked as well so that they

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

“Make sure you always

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

did it on purpose!” A harsh voice rang out all of a sudden. Queenie looked across to see