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."

and no fee is too small. What's the story this time? There's gotta be more to it, and I don't buy for a second

a glass of juice, and replied with slight irritation, "Luke, with that imagination, why aren't you

not

Busted. He guessed

the world's richest man's got the hots for you. Can't say he doesn't have taste. You're top-notch, and him landing you

eyes. "You're too chatty. I've got stuff to do. Later." She

turned in bed, rest eluding her. Her phone

Ever since Josefina got

end sent shivers down Lena's spine. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, betraying her unrest. "It's like Josefina's onto every plan. My horse went berserk, which was probably her doing. She touched

voice was cold, dismissive. "Really? What is she, some kind of witch

return, nothing's gone right. And today, I noticed Emily, Garrett,

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

recklessly, fearing she'd botch his plans

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