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."

too big, and no fee is too small. What's the story this time? There's gotta be more to it,

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

not Oliver, is

paused. Busted.

doesn't

stuff to do. Later." She ended the call and buried

eluding her. Her phone rang, its familiar tone

Josefina got back, you've been off your

her unrest. "It's like Josefina's onto every

man's voice was cold, dismissive. "Really? What

defensive, said helplessly, "Ever since her return, nothing's gone right. And today, I noticed Emily, Garrett, and Hattie... are

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

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

for a reason. Serve well," he reminded her. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access