Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina stepped into Good Fortune Fabrics just as the midday sun reached its zenith, casting a warm glow through the factory windows. The lunch hour had the workers scattered to nearby diners and food trucks, leaving only the factory manager Camden by the entrance to welcome her.

Today, Josefina was the epitome of urban sophistication in a sleek, charcoal blazer and matching slacks. Her feet were shod in practical, yet stylish, leather flats.

The moment she alighted from her car, Camden caught sight of her face, and his expression flickered with surprise. "She certainly doesn't fit the mold of a self-made boss," he thought, his initial respect wilting like a neglected flower.

Instead, Camden mustered a grin and extended his hand toward Jaxon. "Mr. Jaxon, long time no see."

Jaxon returned the handshake with gusto, puffing up with pride as if he were the true captain of the industry.

Josefina spared Camden a glance before striding onward into the heart of the factory.

and Camden locked eyes. "Jaxon, everything's been taken care of," said the

Jaxon replied, "I can see

visions of satellite factories

the machinery as if she were born to it. When they reached the dye vats, Josefina's brow furrowed. "Camden, this is your dye station? The smell's a bit strong,

familiar with this process. It's bound to seem pungent. After all, when do

agreement, eager to support Camden's argument. "Camden's spot on. It's like comparing apples and oranges. You don't understand, so don't jump

glinting with mirth. "Jaxon, since when were you the expert on different trades? If I'm

razor-sharp wit. Trying to recover, he assured her, "Miss Josefina, these are standard dyes, so there's

dye on the floor, her

with unease. "Miss Josefina, you're here for an overview, not an inquisition. What business do you have poking around back

the containers. "These brands are unfamiliar