Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“We should clean the place before he comes back. I’ll do his bedroom and the study while you do everywhere else,” Corinne said imperiously. Shirley nodded. “Sure. Let’s begin, then.”

Corinne went upstairs. Shirley found the tool shed in the backyard and took the cleaning tools out. Then, she came to the lounge and looked at the house around her. There was resignation in her heart. Still, her captain was right. Zacharias’ taking over as vice president was controversial, and it exposed danger to him. Protection and security were imperative for him.

Every single person assigned to him had to be on full alert. No one could bear the consequences should anything happen to him.

So, she forcefully cheered herself up and started cleaning. Since she had enough stamina, cleaning wasn’t hard work for her. She started from the top floor and worked her way down. When she went past the master bedroom, she could hear Corinne cleaning up inside.

Shirley cleaned meticulously for an hour. Soon, she was already on the second floor. She sat before the banister and cleaned a wooden sculpture. Unfortunately for her, it was small and smooth. So, when she wiped it just a little bit harder, the sculpture flew out of her hand. It was then that the front door swung open, and in came a tall, regal figure. The sculpture promptly hit his head.

ran down the stairs and quickly approached the man. She blurted

were as cold as ice, and he was staring at Shirley in frustration.

hung her head low. “I’m sorry.

so submissive to one person all her life. Not even her great-uncle, the president himself, could

you’re more like an assassin.” Zacharias harrumphed in

can kill you? I don’t mind apologizing, but I won’t accept slander.” It was just a little sculpture, and she only lost grip because it was too small. And he says I’m trying to assassinate him? I have to prove I

him. They might not be the feudal era anymore, but he was still surprised by

Zacharias. “Welcome home, Mr. Flintstone. You’re probably tired. I’ll

at Corinne coolly, then stared at Shirley. “You

the job of making tea,”

in