Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Billy's brain had crashed, like a computer freezing up without warning. Echoes of Josefina's words reverberated in his mind, rendering him utterly speechless and stunned for what felt like an eternity. Lauren was the first to snap out of it. She wasn't buying it. "So you say you're Anya and we're just supposed to take your word for it? Who's gonna vouch for you? How are you even going to be of any use to our firm? Without any evidence, who would believe what you say?"

Josefina replied with an unnervingly calm voice, "Erica, it was I who vouched for you to get into the company. Without my help, would you have even set foot in there? Do you recall the message I had sent you?"

Erica's eyes widened in disbelief as Josefina spoke the words, "Where there's a will, there's a way."

Erica was dumbstruck. How on earth did Josefina know that phrase? During her interview, Erica was told that had it not been for Anya herself, she would have been dismissed. And that very phrase had been relayed to her by Anya's messenger.

It was Layla who spoke up next, "I can attest to that. Josefina is Anya, and Anya is Josefina. We go way back, she and I."

Everyone knew Layla's standing in the community. Her confirmation added a seal of authenticity to Josefina's identity as Anya.

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"Ms. Anya. I'm Neil, delighted to meet you."

hello.

turn, and Josefina, ever the polite one, greeted them back, setting

had already left,

told you I'd wield the law to protect myself. The mess you made is yours to deal with." Turning to

stirred the pot, and now she had to

behind, her mood souring, a wave of discomfort washing over her. How could Josefina be

heavier than if she had been at a funeral, not only witnessing a failed joke

dig deeper, to see if those who had collaborated with him were indeed under Josefina's command. Sitting

his phone, and slumped in his seat,

expression grim. She opened her mouth to

of what to say next. She was scared,

be scared, it's going to be okay. So what if Josefina's a great designer? She's not

whimpers broke through, and

agitated, barked, "What are you crying for? I'm not dead yet. So cut

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