At noon, as Oliver pondered texting Josefina about lunch plans, his phone buzzed with a message from her. [Don't come over at lunch. I'll come over with some food.]

Oliver's heart swelled with joy, and he called out for George to come in. Upon entering, George noticed Oliver's look of sheer delight and had only one thought. Was Oliver about to strut his stuff like a peacock in full display?

"Sir, you look so thrilled and happy. Is Ms. Josefina coming over?" asked George.

Beaming with approval, Oliver exclaimed, "George, you're a sharp one. Josie's coming to see me - of her own accord, no less - and she's bringing lunch."

George used to think Oliver was a man of few words, but now he realized Oliver wasn't reticent. He simply had nothing to say to others. And now, look at him, chatting away like there's no tomorrow. Catching on quickly, George chimed in, "Congratulations! Ms. Josefina must be smitten with you to come all this way!"

where he

Oliver inquired. A sharp outfit might earn him an

"The ladies at the office once said you looked stunning

was taken aback. For a moment, he wasn't sure if

the girls like it, Ms. Josefina, being a lady herself, is bound to feel the same. Maybe she'll even fall for you." "That's enough, you can go." Oliver's voice

the cloakroom, extracting a suit from its hangar. It was a crisp white shirt, topped off with a blue-checked waistcoat and covered by a

headed down to

receptionist stood tall, wondering what kind of

dress walked through the door, Oliver's frosty demeanor melted in an

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