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 over the summer break and

money, then I'll just

Josefina wouldn't be interested in a

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

could hardly respond. Was this Oliver's way of funneling money

George said, "Mr. Oliver, 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

in displeasure. "What? You

you're broke, then the world's

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

money, and Oliver was set on finding inventive ways to spoil her

he could be a woman,

with some business. Her mentor had gifted her

she stepped out and immediately

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