Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Brandon already had an idea. "Bennett, Josie did me a solid. Go get her a little something, will you?"

Bennett asked, "Sir, what sort of gift should I get?"

Brandon rarely gave out gifts. Ever since Oliver came back, Brandon's marriage with his wife, Minerva, had been on the rocks, and they'd been living apart for years. Minerva had moved abroad and hadn't returned for years. They hadn't even gotten around to filing for divorce.

Without much thought, Brandon blurted out, "Clothes, handbags, jewelry-whatever you see fit. Money's no object, so splurge on the expensive stuff."

Hadn't all his gifts to Josefina so far been along those lines? If girls like them, then buy them.

"Understood, sir. I'll have someone take care of it right away," said Bennett as he whipped out his cell phone to send out the instructions.

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helpless, just sat quietly as Oliver came in. Quickly, she

his boozing, seized a bottle, and hurled it at Oliver, shattering

stood still, unfazed. Surveying the broken glass, he

and smashed it too, filling the air with the sharp

not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. The shards of

he glared at Oliver. The two faced off across the wreckage of broken bottles, their expressions equally

to mediate, "Can't you both

Oliver and