The Killer Queen (Noella Briony) novel Chapter 361

Noella and Palmer looked like a match made in heaven as they stood together.

Around Linnea Schnabel, a colleague whispered, “Pollack and Schnabel are like peanut butter and jelly, a perfect match! Can you even imagine how gorgeous their kids would be?”

“Oh my gosh, is there still a chance for me to be reborn as Ms. Schnabel and Mr. Pollack’s kid? That’s my top choice!”

“You’d probably end up as an overworked employee instead.”

Listening to the murmurs, a shadow flickered in Linnea’s eyes as she withdrew her gaze from Palmer and Noella.

Muttering to herself, she said, “Them getting married? I wouldn’t bet on it.”

Linnea approached, handing Noella her well-prepared resume. “Ms. Schnabel, here’s my resume.”

Noella took it, scanning through. Linnea’s major in hospitality management was evident, a perfect fit for her standing here. She had spent her college years volunteering in rural areas, earning national scholarships annually and graduating top of her class. A truly impressive resume.

“Why didn’t you pursue further studies? Your grades could’ve easily landed you a spot.”

“I wanted to start working, and my grandfather supported that.”

“What’s your current position?”

Linnea pointed to her badge, “I’m an intern manager, but I’m aiming for something else.”

“Oh? Such as?”

“I’d like to be your assistant. While management suits my major, I’d prefer to learn directly from you.”

“I’m also new here; you won’t learn much from me.”

Linnea shook her head, “But you need an assistant, and what I learn is up to me. Whether or not I come to the hotel is your call.”

Her confidence and poise were evident as she spoke directly to Noella, catching her interest.

As they walked to Noella’s office, she asked, “Being my assistant won’t be easy, Miss Linnea. What’s your career plan?”

“To work in the hotel for a few years, then study abroad.”

“I thought you weren’t interested in furthering your studies?”

Linnea tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “To be precise, I’m not interested in using the Schnabel family’s money for it. The schools I’m eyeing are quite expensive, and I’d rather pay my own way.”

Noella chuckled softly. “Ephraim would’ve supported your studies, you know.”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t feel right accepting the Schnabel family’s generosity.”

She wasn’t a Schnabel by blood, and Ephraim raising her was already more than generous.

Linnea stood tall, “I just hope to make him proud.”

Returning her resume, Noella took off her coat, which Linnea quickly hung up, leaving Palmer with an empty gesture.

Linnea’s professional warmth was undeniable, even as she asked, “Do you need this ironed?”