Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

The lights in the office flickered out abruptly, leaving Josefina stumbling into the comforting embrace of warmth.

Oliver held her close, his voice a soothing whisper in her ear, "Don't be scared."

The dark had long been a source of terror for Josefina, a fear rooted in childhood nights spent locked in pitch-dark rooms. From those days on, she couldn't bear to be in the dark without light.

It was a scorcher of a summer, and with the air conditioner humming in the background, the office curtains were drawn, shielding the interior from the faint glow of streetlamps and leaving the room in an eerie darkness.

Josefina's grip tightened on Oliver's arm, her panic palpable to him, tinged with an undeniable dread.

"Hold on, I'll pull back the curtains. Once there's light, it'll all be fine," Oliver reassured her as he held her close.

Gritting her teeth, Josefina fought to quell the fear clawing at her insides, inching her way to the window with Oliver's guidance.

the curtains flung open, the outside light spilled in, lessening the grip of Josefina's

of streetlights, and caught sight of Oliver's resolute jawline. Their eyes met as she looked up and he gazed down, his eyes brimming with

the door. Let's head back," Oliver suggested, worried that Josefina might unravel completely. He took her hand,

realized that there was a problem with the door lock. He pulled out his phone and sighed. "We've got a signal jammer in

frowned at him, her silence speaking volumes of her fiery

think I'd stoop so low as to trap us together? I'm no saint, but I

shameless tactics against her. Using the dim light from outside, she hastily packed her belongings into her bag. "Oliver, step back," she commanded. She poised her

Oliver said, taking her arm. "A gentleman

foot slammed against the door with a thunderous

hand once more, guiding her toward the main entrance

was a smell of gasoline in the air. Oliver knew they had to

go of my hand first. I'll do it,"

dangerous to kick through. Shattered glass could hurt someone. Standing to the side, Josefina slipped a bobby pin from her hair and jimmied it into the