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

mused, "Josie likes money, then I'll just have to shower her

Ms. Josefina wouldn't be interested in a few

collaborate with Josie's company. Whatever kind of partner

this Oliver's way of funneling money into

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

in displeasure. "What? You

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

was firm. "The companies working with Josie won't make a dime.

set on finding inventive ways to

in his next life, he could be a woman, one just like Ms.

had gifted

immediately stumbled into a guy she just

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