Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the question. "Family? Miss Shay, do you really think I have that kind of clout with Oliver? That he'd take my word as command?" Josefina wanted nothing more than to kick Shay out on her ear. Family, indeed. Was Shay really oblivious to how Sydney treated Oliver's mom?

And how Rowan and Sydney dealt with Oliver-was Shay truly in the dark?

Josefina's eyes sparkled with amusement as she continued, "I'm sorry, Miss Shay, but that's a favor I can't grant. You know Oliver's temper. I can't boss him around."

Shay was taken aback. This didn't match the intel she had. "Josefina, isn't Oliver like putty in your hands? Surely he'll listen to you."

Josefinafeigned innocence, her eyes wide. "That's just not possible. I hardly have a say when it comes to Oliver. He calls the shots, not me."

Shay eyed Josie skeptically, sensing that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Just then, Kale knocked and entered. "Ms. Josefina, the meeting is about to start."

Josefina nodded, "Okay, I'll be right there."

Once Kale left and closed the door behind him, Josefina turned to Shay. "I'm sorry, but I really can't help with persuading Oliver. I've got a meeting to attend."

is

Miss Shay. Please, keep it." She watched as

...

meeting in the boardroom, and the tension was palpable. Nobody

best you can come up with?" Oliver's voice

nobody dared to make a sound. Then, unexpectedly, a ringtone filled the air. The department heads exchanged nervous glances, wondering who dared to let their phone ring in

suddenly tender and affectionate, left the room in shock. Could this be the same Mr.

caller was none

off, Josefina called Oliver to inform him of the situation truthfully, to prevent Shay from causing

eyes warmed as he listened to her. "Josie, you're worried

office chair,

Josefina's heart. "I'll tell Shay to leave you be. She won't bother you again," Oliver promised

assured him. "I can handle her

about dinner tonight?" he asked with a

things to handle tonight. Maybe

Oliver didn't press further. If Josie was busy, they could dine together another

his demeanor, Oliver dialed another number, his gaze