Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Zacharias let out a soft sigh. “Alright, then. I’ll just get to know him, nothing more.”

Shirley was still angry inside. She didn’t like her private life being snooped on, even if it was by the vice president himself.

“I think I’m not cut out to stay here. Why don’t you assign me to guard duty outside? Get someone else to take care of you,” Shirley told him, not wanting to be too close right now. Zacharias raised an eyebrow. “You dislike me that much, huh?”

“Am I not allowed to dislike you?” Shirley shot back. After all, he wasn’t exactly worth much. Zacharias let out another sigh. “Alright, alright. You won’t have to see me for the next three days.”

“Where are you going?” Shirley asked. “Heading out for a site inspection. You don’t have to come with me,” Zacharias said, then headed upstairs.

Shirley bit her lip. What she wanted was to be transferred away from him to do guard duty, not to avoid him for three days.

room, Shirley took off her coat and changed into her regular professional uniform. Since she was interning here for Imogen,

and saw that the study door was closed. She let out a small sigh and stationed herself outside,

Zacharias sat on the couch, his face calm, but there was a hidden sense of weariness in his eyes. His fist clenched and unclenched, and then, finally, he rubbed his temples. He

hadn’t tired him like this. It was that woman who was causing his mind to be in turmoil, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Just then, his phone rang and he answered it.

everything’s ready on our end. Have you packed your bags? Can we leave

replied, “Bring the car

girl still stationed outside the door. His just-settled emotions stirred again. Pretending not to notice him, Shirley lifted

say anything.

eventually stepped forward and stood at the

any help?” Shirley asked, her tone

answered. Shirley could tell Zacharias was also being distant,

the man emerged with a suitcase in hand. Shirley stepped forward again. “Let me help you

declined her offer yet again. “It’s not

the man neatly draped his windbreaker over his arm. At the doorstep was a black SUV. A man in his thirties -Zacharias’ assistant Freddie-stepped