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."

Anya, hello.

each took their turn, and Josefina, ever the polite one, greeted them back, setting a harmonious tone in

who had already left,

I'd wield the law to protect myself. The mess

now she had to face the

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

she had been at a funeral, not only witnessing a failed joke but also facing the startling revelation

also left. Billy felt utterly embarrassed. He wanted to dig deeper, to see if those who had collaborated with him were indeed under Josefina's command. Sitting in his car, he

seat, enveloped by a gloom so

fists, her expression grim. She opened her mouth to speak but found herself at

their reactions, and silently lowered her head, unsure of what to say next. She was scared, terrified of being cast aside. Hesitantly, she reached out

going to be okay. So what if Josefina's a great designer? She's not my child, and I don't care for

whimpers broke through, and

for? I'm not dead yet.

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