Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina stared blankly at the receiver after the call abruptly ended. The conversation had left her utterly confused.

There was a knock at the office door, and in walked a woman named Holly, who happened to be Sammuel's girlfriend.

Clutching her sketchpad, Holly approached with an eager smile. "Ms. Josefina, I've brought some design drafts for you to review," she said as she took a seat.

As Holly spread out her sketches across the desk, Josefina instantly recognized the familiar traces of inspiration. The drawings were derivatives of her own past work, compounded by Holly's contributions. Rather than being striking, they seemed overly complicated.

"Holly, did all these ideas come from you? Did you draw these yourself?" Josefina asked, her tone laced with skepticism.

Holly nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, that's right."

Josefina continued, "These designs seem very familiar to me. This one here is reminiscent of Anya's Fall/Winter collection from '19, and this one seems to be inspired by Anya's Spring/Fall line. As a designer, surely you've seen Anya's clothing before?"

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an awkward nod, Holly beat a hasty retreat, her cheeks burning

a collection of Anya's previous works. She couldn't help but ask, a tinge of irritation in her voice,

up, his innocent face clouded with confusion. "Why would

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admiring Anya's work because I idolize her. Since when does

need to have your own concepts. You can't just

a huff, Holly returned to her desk, her

vented about how Josefina had criticized her work. "She thinks she knows design? She had the nerve to judge my work-it's infuriating." Sammuel took her hand, his voice soothing. "Darling, cool down. Maybe Ms. Josefina really does understand design. Remember the PR crisis? She was the one who handled it." Still, Holly scowled. "Why are

into calmness, before Holly could work herself into another

It was clear to her that changes within the company

several evening gowns. Lena was busy selecting one for herself. With a cheerful grin, Lena said, "Tomorrow's Mr. Brandon's birthday gala, and