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."

no fee is too small. What's

on the sofa, cradling a glass of juice, and replied with slight

it's not Oliver, is

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

rolled her eyes. "You're too chatty. I've got stuff to do. Later." She ended the call

in bed, rest eluding her. Her phone rang, its familiar tone

Lena? Ever since Josefina got back, you've

on the other end sent shivers down Lena's spine. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, betraying her unrest. "It's like Josefina's onto every

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

nothing's gone right.

his schemes to unravel so suddenly. "Stay your hand

she'd botch his plans and

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