Never Too Far Novel

Chapter 1221-1230

Queenie drove her own car and zipped past the traffic. She was feeling different that day. In just two days, her life changed, and it was all because she ran into Nigel.

When she stepped into the hotel lobby, all the receptionists almost gawked. They couldn’t believe this gorgeous and elegant lady was the Queenie they knew.

She had brand-name goods all over her, and the Chanel bag on her arms was the latest model of the season. Even her heels were the latest model of some big-name brand, but they didn’t look showy on Queenie. She was just so gorgeous, they couldn’t even feel jealous about what she was wearing.

“Morning, Yelena,” Queenie said.

“We almost couldn’t recognize you, Queenie.”

Just then, Queenie’s phone rang, and her heart started thumping when she saw who called. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Nigel demanded.

“I’m in the lobby. Coming right over.”

“Thirty-eighth floor.”

“Right away.” Queenie said bye to the receptionists and went into the elevator.

“I Googled her. Guess what I found?” a receptionist asked.

“What?”

“She’s Brandon Silverstein’s daughter. Her father’s a billionaire.”

Oh, no wonder she’s Nigel’s relative. So she’s from a rich family as well.

Queenie went all the way up to the thirty-eighth floor. The whole story was made up of offices, and Nigel’s office was in the innermost part of the story. It was spacious and modern.

Nigel was wearing a black shirt and black pants. Unlike his usual self, he looked like a dark knight, and he was staring at her. She looks like a proper lady today. It suits her status.

“Happy to be of service, Nigel.” She approached him with a smile and bowed.

He observed her and was more than happy with her attire, and then he led her to her office. “I’ll take you to your workplace.”

Queenie followed him out and entered an office with a big french window inside. There was a spot for her, and the desk next to her belonged to the other assistant.

“This is Cecily. Try to get along,” Nigel introduced.

Queenie quickly smiled at her. “Hello.”

“This is Queenie, my new assistant. Get along with her,” Nigel told Cecily.

There was a warm smile in Cecily’s eyes. “Of course, sir.” Cecily had been working as Nigel’s personal assistant for two years. She was a caring woman, and at twenty-eight years of age, she was capable and mature enough to handle things.

Nigel looked at the time. “Time for a meeting. You ladies get to know each other.”

The moment he left, Cecily’s smile turned into a slight scowl, and she turned to look at Queenie. “Queenie, is it? You’ll be handling the files. I’ll deal with Mr. Manson’s personal life.”

“Sure.” Queenie blinked. Oh, she prepared the clothes for me back in Nigel’s house. I should thank her.

Cecily adjusted her glasses and said solemnly, “There is one rule you must remember: don’t get any ideas about the boss. We’re not allowed to date him. That’s the rule.”

Queenie blinked again. “I understand.”

Cecily gave her another look. “Next time, just come in regular attire. You look too much like a princess in this one. How are you supposed to work if you stand out so much?”

Queenie nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“If the boss’ girlfriend sees you in this attire, she might fire you just because she doesn’t like it,” Cecily added.

That made Queenie curious. “Mr. Manson has a girlfriend?”

“Why do you want to know? Do you think you have a chance?” For some reason, Cecily didn’t like Queenie from the first moment she saw her. Maybe it was because of her looks, or maybe because she was wearing brand-name goods all over. Cecily just didn’t like her.

Queenie quickly waved her hands. “No, of course not.”

“Only uber-rich ladies are worthy of the boss’ love. We’re just the little guys, so give up. His girlfriend was still sleeping in when I sent a set of female clothes to his house, or I would have seen what she looked like if she was awake.”

Queenie’s eyes went wide. “Wait. When did you go to his house again?”

“Yesterday morning.” Cecily rested her chin on her hand. Three days ago, Nigel told her to send a set of clothes over to his house. She thought there must be a lady in Nigel’s house for him to make that request, so she picked some clothes and lingerie from the hotel store and sent them over to his place.

Queenie held her forehead. Oh god, that was me. Cecily thinks I’m Nigel’s girlfriend. “You probably took it the wrong way. She probably isn’t Mr. Manson’s girlfriend.” I need to explain myself.

“She spent two nights at the boss’ place. Of course she’s his girlfriend. I’ve worked as his assistant for two years, and that was the first time a girl was staying over,” Cecily answered adamantly.

Queenie was amused, but she knew arguing was useless, so she smiled. “Anything for me to do?” she asked.

Cecily placed a stack of files on her table. “Turn the PC on and log into the hotel system. I’ll teach you how to handle these.”

“Sure.” She was happy she had something to do.

Cecily had a lot more time on her hands now with Queenie around. She suddenly felt like having coffee. “You free? Get some coffee for us.”

“Sure.” Queenie was enthusiastic about her first job, and she wasn’t averse to doing more work, so she agreed swiftly.

“You need to finish these today. It’s almost the cutoff for the monthly payroll. We can’t delay any longer.”

Queenie was a little surprised. I’ve been working for twenty minutes and I only got through two pages. There’s a stack here. Can I even finish these on time? I think I might have to do overtime. Queenie went and bought some coffee. And she paid it out of her own pocket.

Nigel had lunch with the top brass after the meeting and went for golf in the afternoon. Work hours were already over when he came back to the hotel.

Cecily clocked out on time, leaving Queenie working alone.

Queenie was typing really slowly from the lack of experience in computer work. What was more, she wasn’t too good with numbers, so she had to double or triple check. Work was going at a snail’s pace for her.

Nigel emerged from the elevator. He was just here to get some files, but when he went by the office, he noticed the lights were still on, and there were sounds of someone typing on the keyboard. Nigel took a look and saw someone sitting in front of the computer and typing as slow as a sloth. Queenie? “Why are you still here?” he asked.

Queenie almost had a heart attack. Everyone on this floor should have left. She was the only one working overtime, and him suddenly calling out to her almost scared the living daylights out of her.

But she heaved a sigh of relief when she saw who it was. Her eyes felt dry, so she rubbed them. She then picked the files up and waved them in the air. “Doing overtime.”

He approached her and took a seat beside her. “Do you really work so slow?”

“This is my first job. I have no experience at all.” Queenie typed a few strings of numbers and huddled closer to the screen so she could confirm it was the right number.

Nigel stared at her in awe. Any boss would feel annoyed seeing her work so slowly. She spent a whole day just transferring these files’ info into the system?

Queenie turned around. “So why did you come back?”

“Pack your stuff and clock out. Leave these for Cecily. You’re coming with me for all the appointments I have to handle.” And then he asked, “Did you have dinner already?”

“No. Oh, I owe you a few dinners, so this one’s on me.” She smiled and stood up, but then her calves cramped up from her sitting too long.

“God, my legs are cramped.” She held the edges of the table and sat back down, massaging her calves.

Man, she’s a princess. She’s not suited for work. She’d be better off as a wife… Holy sh*t. Did I just consider marrying her? Nigel froze up for a moment.

“Help me up, Mr. Manson,” Queenie pleaded.

He extended his hand, and she held it like a crutch as she stood up. Queenie took a few steps, but her legs were still numb.

“Don’t come to work tomorrow,” Nigel blurted.

Queenie stared at him. “Why?”

a good assistant. You’re fired,” he

her lip. “Fine, I quit. I don’t think I’m fast enough for the job. I

sweet to the eyes. The light that shone on her almost made her look like

a dozen in this society, but Queenie felt different from those ladies. Nigel narrowed his eyes calmly, but there was a hint of admiration in them. When he went

the car park, and he

“Yeah.”

my car,” he

passenger seat, thereafter Nigel drove them to a restaurant he picked. Queenie was starving. She had cafeteria food that afternoon, but it wasn’t filling. Work exhausted her as well, so she wolfed down the

on the act of elegance when they were in his presence, but only she would show

rang. She picked it up and

and I love each other. Don’t give me any trouble this Friday,” Leslie

put her cutlery down and sneered, “Listen here, Leslie. Bonnie is my sister. You slept with her, so

asked hoarsely, “You’re giving

bless you two. Not like I ever liked you anyway,

asked curiously, “Have you hooked

“None of your business.”

highly of you. Bonnie told me you spent a few nights in his house, and I thought

anger, and she wanted to curse, but Leslie had already hung up. She was about

Friday.” It’s still embarrassing. How should I make myself look

idea popped into her mind, and she stared at Nigel. Stupidly, she

do you ask?” He

to the calling off of my engagement as

that kind of appointment. He refused, “I don’t have time, and

get something from this. I can treat you to ten meals.”

as long as I help you out?” He narrowed his

my

no when I wanna cash in.” One meal for a favor from her.

show up with Nigel and tell

her it had been paid for. She looked

drove her straight back to the company so she could drive

toward

right away. Instead, he watched as she revved her car up and drove away from the car park.

princess. His car was just a few yards away

behind, and it made her heart race. For some reason, she felt safe. When they finally went down different roads, she felt a little

was also happy that he

back home and bade her parents good night before heading to her room. When she passed by Bonnie’s room, she overheard her

say, “I’m not going to get engaged to you. Yes, you’re calling off the marriage with Queenie, but I’m not going

Leslie.

woke up the next day was look at the time. Eight-fifty? She froze for a few moments. Oh no, I’m gonna be late! She quickly got out of bed but remembered that she

She wanted to sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come to her. In the end, she got out of bed and washed herself up, and then she

please, Dad. Take

but you might get exhausted,” Brandon said

learn as much as I can so I can

all pumped up, Miss Bonnie,” a servant

my father’s daughter,”

the two of them off before she went into the dining room, and a servant served her breakfast. This servant practically raised her, and she said gently, “You should go to

to be oblivious about everything, the servants could see what was going on. From the moment Bonnie came home, she had been trying to

sip of the chicken soup and smiled. “Your chicken soup is getting

soup for ages. You must be

I’m not. I won’t ever get tired of your

it’s tasteless.” Ever since Bonnie came back, Courtney’s job got harder. She just kept complaining about everything, and Courtney just about had

It’s Thursday today. The dinner’s tomorrow, and I’m

her jewelry box and noticed that her

of learning how to manage a company, she was there to get some

a few dresses for the occasion. Even though

“You took my earrings away, didn’t

arms and sneered. “And

would

need to clean it.” Bonnie dragged

servants tensed up and defended themselves, “We would never take Miss

they won’t. I can’t say the

had everything you wanted since you were a kid. All I took were some earrings, and you’re lecturing me about it? I needed to pair them up with my dresses, and

of hearing the same rhetoric. She would relent in the past, but not now. Not when she knew about Bonnie’s true colors. If she kept relenting and giving in, Bonnie would just keep pushing her over

want for long enough. From now onward, I’m not giving in to you any longer. What’s yours is yours and what’s mine is mine. Don’t even think about touching anything of mine, let alone taking it away from me.” Queenie stared

bit her lip and sneered, “Isn’t it just a few pairs of lousy earrings? What makes you think I want them

flinging the door open before heading to her jewelry case. She took out four pairs of earrings and threw

hand out. “Pick them up

froze for a second before snorting. “As if I’d do that. The earrings are right there. You can take

sister and teach you some manners. From

Queenie. “You? Teach me manners? What

it was easy enough for her to pin Bonnie to the floor by resting her knee against Bonnie’s neck. She pressed Bonnie’s

you… Queenie Silverstein, I’m telling Mom and Dad about this! I’m going to tell them that you don’t want me around and that you hate me because I came back!” Bonnie shrieked in pain as

Queenie didn’t budge as she held Bonnie down with her knee still. “If you want others to like you and don’t want others to hate you, then you should first learn how to behave like a decent human

neck turned red as she screamed, “I

to bring the girls some fruits, and she jumped in fright when she

doing this, Miss Queenie!” Courtney

this, Mrs. Lowman. Some people deserve to

agony that her face had gone

last, and Bonnie gasped for air as the flames of resentment in her eyes burned brighter. “Queenie, I’ll remember this. From now on, only one of us will get to

this from Bonnie. She longed to have a loving relationship with her sister and she didn’t want a sister who went against her at every turn. How she

had done so far made Queenie too furious. All Bonnie did was either complain about her to their parents or slander her and pretend to be pitiful to gain their sympathy.

I was when she pressed

her food. “Please prepare some evidence before making

Queenie stooping to trickery. She pointed

table. She stiffened as Bonnie commanded her to come over. “Come

see anything like that,

The look in her eyes said, I see. I won’t be forgetting

to her parents and said, “Mom, Dad, I did say a few words to Bonnie this afternoon. She took my earrings so I wanted to tell

turned to Bonnie. “Bonnie, Queenie did the right thing this time. In the future, you should ask your sister first before you take any of her

that Queenie had the upper hand this time, so her only choice was to pout

give you a credit card? You can just buy

just didn’t

home with two bags of clothes. I’m guessing that they cost at least 10

glared at her darkly. “Queenie, Dad approved

Let’s just have dinner,”

at Courtney before secretly tugging a strand of hair off and surreptitiously

goodness! What’s this? Is it a strand of hair?” A few moments later, just as Bonnie started drinking her soup, she purposely spooned the hair out of her bowl

over and Bonnie immediately wrapped the hair up in a piece of tissue before tossing it onto the table. “I’m not drinking this soup anymore. Mom, Dad, you guys shouldn’t drink

herself. “Mr. and Mrs. Silverstein, I always

that it was

hair before studying the strand of hair that was thrown onto the table. She got up and came over to pick up the tissue with the hair. She didn’t mind getting her hands dirty as she gave the strand of hair a closer look.

scarlet once more. She didn’t think that Queenie would come over and continue to expose her. “You’re just harboring resentment that Mrs. Lowman didn’t act as your witness just now. You wanted to use your own hair to set her up. You shouldn’t have such a malevolent streak,

Queenie a look of gratitude. Although she knew that Bonnie was setting her up on purpose, she was just a member of the household staff and

before sighing to themselves. They thought that Bonnie was just a little spoiled, but from the looks of it now,

walked off, not forgetting to act as if

room to comfort her. Bonnie threw herself into Maggie’s arms and moaned about being hated by everyone. She also talked about how much she suffered while

Bonnie had made a mistake

It was Friday morning.

to see him. It was Brandon who welcomed him into the house as the Silversteins and the Paynes had a good relationship with

break off the engagement with Queenie and

well.” Brandon nodded. He was beginning to realize that he and his wife couldn’t control how Bonnie behaved, so he wanted to help her get a good marriage as soon as

from heading upstairs to

Leslie kept knocking for ages. It was Queenie who was disturbed by the incessant noise. She opened her door and looked at Leslie who was standing in front of the opposite room. “She doesn’t want to see you, so don’t bother knocking

loss. It was as if Bonnie had suddenly changed into a whole new person

reason why. Bonnie’s favorite pastime was to steal anything that Queenie wanted. If Queenie didn’t want it anymore, then Bonnie lost

was fantasizing

she felt a little

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