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."

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

of juice, and replied with slight irritation, "Luke, with that

not Oliver,

Busted. He

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

got stuff to do. Later." She ended the

Her phone rang, its familiar

the fumbles, Lena? Ever since Josefina got

like Josefina's onto every plan. My horse went berserk, which was probably her doing. She touched it, and

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

her return, nothing's gone right. And today,

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

recklessly, fearing she'd botch his plans and meet a

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