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."

"It's not that I know Ms. Josefina personally. I'm just calling it as I see it. She's working

then

interested in a few

a business that could collaborate with Josie's company. Whatever kind of partner she needs,

hardly respond. Was this Oliver's way of funneling money into Ms. Josefina's

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

displeasure. "What? You think

awkward. "Mr. Oliver, if you're broke,

working with Josie won't make a dime. Any expenses

for money, and Oliver was set on finding inventive ways to

a woman, one just like Ms. Josefina. If he were Josefina, he'd be on

business. Her mentor had gifted her a piece of real estate, and she was there to

she stepped out and immediately stumbled into a guy she just

blond-haired punk strutted up. "That's her, the one who beat us up. Boss, you gotta avenge us. She hit us. That's like disrespecting