Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Before Josefina even set foot back at the office, Kale's call buzzed through her phone. "Ms. Josefina, you need to check social media, Ruby's really done it now. Talk about shooting herself in the foot. She's such a blockhead."

Josefina ended the call with a frown and quickly pulled up her social media feed. There it was, in bold, scandalous letters: "Antonio Corporation Scam."

With a tap, the whole sorry tale unfolded before her.

Ruby had pulled a fast one, passing off machine-made damask as the handwoven kind, and had the nerve to charge the high-end price that came with artisanal goods.

Customers, realizing they'd been duped once their orders arrived and after a quick expert consultation, were up in arms at being swindled by Antonio Corporation.

The backlash was swift and fierce. Angry comments flooded the company's social media page, and disgruntled customers even blockaded the corporation's headquarters, all chanting for their money back. And Ruby? She was pacing like a cat on a hot tin roof.

The woman sitting next to her was livid, her face the color of storm clouds as she spat out, "Ruby, I warned you not to mistake your own foolishness for other people's naivety. In this day and age, you still got the nerve to use such shameless tactics to cheat customers and tarnish our brand? Unbelievable."

How could Ruby, with her harebrained schemes, ever hope to outdo Josefina? The woman's gaze was venomous, filled with rage as she glared at Ruby.

would catch on, that's why I did it. It's all my fault, what do we do now?" Erica couldn't even bear to look at Ruby, fearing she

her high heels clicking ominously

Erica's path, a desperate plea in her eyes. "Erica, let's find someone

back, "You realize now that you shouldn't have done it? If you had thought this through, would

and frankly, terrified. "Erica, please help me," she begged, gripping

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head, too scared to utter a word.

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