Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver sat in his car, parked along the curb outside the towering glass facade of Josie Corporation.

George entered the vehicle, a sheepish expression on his face. "Mr. Oliver, Ms. Josefina left work quite some time ago. In fact, I heard she clocked out an hour early today."

A grin spread across Oliver's face, sending a shiver down George's spine. From the driver's seat, he spoke with caution, "Mr. Oliver, Ms. Josefina's a delicate flower, easily spooked, you know. She probably just got shy. Don't worry, tomorrow you'll be back to being the closest of sweethearts." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Leaning back, Oliver gazed through the sunroof at the starry sky, his brow furrowing.

"George, given your take on Josie, what do you reckon she's into?"

George blurted out without thinking, "Money."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You seem to know quite a bit about my Josie."

She's working over the summer break and is clearly looking to earn some cash. Even the generous allowance

then I'll just have

convinced Ms. Josefina wouldn't be interested in a few sacks

with Josie's company. Whatever kind of partner she needs, make

respond. Was this Oliver's way of

we do have a couple of fashion outlets under our wing, freshly acquired this month. We could facilitate a partnership with Ms. Josefina. We'll take the bare minimum profit to keep things ticking over. All the earnings can go to

"What? You think I'm

you're

"The companies working with Josie won't make a dime. Any expenses can be drawn from my

Oliver was set on finding inventive ways to spoil her

was envious, wishing that in his next life, he could be a woman, one just like Ms. Josefina. If he were Josefina, he'd

another of her properties to deal with some business. Her mentor had gifted her a piece of real

immediately

of having backup, the blond-haired punk strutted up. "That's her, the one who beat us