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.

locked eyes. "Jaxon, everything's been

bad," Jaxon replied, "I can

heart soared with visions of satellite factories

she were born to

retort. "Miss Josefina, you clearly aren't familiar with this process. It's bound to seem pungent. After all, when do pigments ever smell

eager to support Camden's argument. "Camden's spot on. It's like

when were you the expert on different trades? If I'm out of my depth, what

found himself at a loss for words while Camden was given a taste of Josefina's razor-sharp wit. Trying to recover, he assured her, "Miss Josefina, these are standard dyes, so there's nothing to worry about. Our textile mill has been in partnership with your company for years. I wouldn't jeopardize that

with Josefina's determined stride. She reached for the cans of dye on the floor, her frown deepening. "Miss Josefina, are you here to tour or to snoop around for our

Josefina, you're here for an overview, not an inquisition.

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