Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina hit redial on her phone, and Luke's anxious voice crackled through the speaker. "Boss, big client alert!"

Josefina raised an eyebrow. "Which client?"

"The one who dropped a fortune on your self-portrait last time. Well, he's back for more."

Josefina let out a sigh. A self-portrait, again?

"Luke, tell this guy I'm swamped. I have no time for brushwork."

"Are you turning down cash? Since when were you not in it for the green?"

Luke caught on quick. Josefina was notorious for her money-making hustle. If she was passing up this payday, something was up. He whispered, "What's the deal? Is the art collector your nemesis or something?"

"You're overthinking it."

I've known you, you've been the cash queen. No job is too big, and no fee is too small. What's the story this time? There's gotta be more to it, and I

sofa, cradling a glass of juice, and replied with slight irritation, "Luke, with that

it's not Oliver,

Busted. He

say he doesn't have taste. You're top-notch, and him landing you would be his

"You're too chatty. I've got stuff to do. Later." She ended the call and buried herself

her. Her phone rang, its familiar tone prompting

Lena? Ever since Josefina got back, you've

like Josefina's onto every plan. My horse

cold, dismissive. "Really? What is she, some

"Ever since her return, nothing's gone right. And

to unravel so suddenly. "Stay your hand for now. I'll have someone look

dared not act recklessly, fearing she'd botch his plans and

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