Night of Destiny

After the dishes were served, most of the staff members started drinking. They were all relatively young, so they were prepared to get drunk that night-some of them had even hired personal drivers. “Cheers, Anastasia!” One of the male designers sitting opposite Anastasia stood up.

“Sure. Thank you.” Anastasia held her glass up. She hadn't expected all of the other people to clink glasses with her, but everyone was in a good mood that night, and they quickly turned Anastasia into their target for drinking. “More beer for Anastasia!” someone cried.

“You have to drink with us, Anastasia! At least one sip!” another cried. “Everyone else clinked glasses with you, Anastasia. I’d feel bad if | didn’t do it. Here, cheers!” another one said.

Anastasia had only arrived at the company a while ago, so she felt pressured to go along with everyone, especially since most of the staff there were seniors. She lost count of the number of beers she had by the time she clinked glasses with everyone. “Alright, stop. Anastasia has to go home to care for her kid, guys!” Felicia finally spoke up.

Everyone calmed down a little after that. Anastasia had already downed a few glasses even before she got a chance to eat her meal, and she pressed her palm against her forehead as she felt herself getting tipsy. “Are you okay, Anastasia?” someone asked.

“I'm feeling a little dizzy, so | might need to stop for a while.” Anastasia waved her hand before she lowered her head and held her palms up to make a surrendering gesture. Right then, Felicia’s phone began to ring. She only took one glance at the caller ID before she instantly picked the call up. “Hello, President Presgrave.”

“Are you guys eating now? Is Anastasia there?” the man asked in a deep voice.

“Of course she’s here. This dinner is meant to be a celebration for her. Would you like to join us, President Presgrave?” Felicia asked with a smile.

“No, thanks.” Elliot was just asking.

“The rest of them got Anastasia to drink quite a bit, so she’s rather tipsy now. | think | might have to send her home in a while,” Felicia explained.

“She's drunk?” There was a hint of anxiousness in Elliot's voice. “Are you free to pick her up, President Presgrave?” Felicia asked. “Sure. Send me your location,” he ordered.

“Alright!” Felicia sent Elliot her location right after ending the call. When she turned to gaze at Anastasia, who was sitting near the drinks, a hint of jealousy surfaced in her gaze. Felicia could tell that Elliot truly cared about Anastasia after speaking to him on the phone. Yet, Anastasia didn’t know a single thing about this-she was resting her chin on her palm while watching two other male staff play drinking games.

“You should eat a little more, Anastasia. I'll get you home in a while,” Felicia said. Anastasia

nodded and began to munch on a few of her favorite dishes. However, her stomach was full from all the alcohol. She didn’t feel anything when she was drinking earlier, but the tipsiness was starting to hit her after a while. :

She had just stood up to walk to the washroom when she was struck by a pang of dizziness. She felt as if she were stepping on clouds, and she couldn't stand straight at all. “How are you feeling, Anastasia? Are you really drunk?” Felicia hastily held onto her arm.

“It's fine. I’m not drunk. I’m not.” Anastasia waved her arms around. Those who were drunk were especially stubborn-she insisted on claiming that she was still sober. Felicia ordered one of her assistants to help Anastasia to the washroom. Anastasia had just returned from the washroom when Felicia received a text from Elliot.

‘Bring her out.’ His orders were simple.

‘Got it. We'll come out in a bit, she replied. Right after that, Felicia turned to Anastasia before informing her of the plan. “I'll get someone to send you home now, Anastasia.”

“Sure!” Anastasia nodded. | should go home now. | need to sober up-how else am | going to take care of my son otherwise? But Anastasia didn’t know who her driver was and simply assumed that Felicia had gotten one of the company’s drivers to send her home.

Felicia helped Anastasia out of the restaurant, and Anastasia quickly noticed a sleek, black Rolls Royce parked by the side of the road. Its black paint looked extra shiny under the light, and its classy and elegant design made it stand out among the rest of the cars. The car stood out just like how its owner did.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Anastasia allowed Felicia to help her into the backseat of the car. At this point, Anastasia still assumed that a driver from the company would be the one sending her home. After Felicia shut the car door, Anastasia turned to address the driver in a polite tone. “Hello. You can send me to Shorea Residence on Durkham Street. Thank you.”