Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

At noon, as Oliver pondered texting Josefina about lunch plans, his phone buzzed with a message from her. [Don't come over at lunch. I'll come over with some food.]

Oliver's heart swelled with joy, and he called out for George to come in. Upon entering, George noticed Oliver's look of sheer delight and had only one thought. Was Oliver about to strut his stuff like a peacock in full display?

"Sir, you look so thrilled and happy. Is Ms. Josefina coming over?" asked George.

Beaming with approval, Oliver exclaimed, "George, you're a sharp one. Josie's coming to see me - of her own accord, no less - and she's bringing lunch."

George used to think Oliver was a man of few words, but now he realized Oliver wasn't reticent. He simply had nothing to say to others. And now, look at him, chatting away like there's no tomorrow. Catching on quickly, George chimed in, "Congratulations! Ms. Josefina must be smitten with you to come all this way!"

Oliver's grin stretched from ear to ear as if he and Josefina could tie the knot right then and there. He headed to the coat room, where he kept a few changes of clothes and suits, always ready for an impromptu outing. When he first took over the company, he'd often slept in the office.

"George, which suit do you reckon looks best on me?" Oliver inquired. A sharp outfit might earn him an extra glance from Josie, right?

Recalling a group discussion among colleagues about Oliver's fashion sense, George pointed to a suit and said, "The ladies at the office once said you looked stunning in that particular get-up. Especially with glasses - the very image of a charming rogue."

Oliver was taken aback. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he'd been complimented or insulted.

Sensing Oliver's annoyance, George quickly backpedaled, "Think about it, Oliver. If the girls like it, Ms. Josefina, being a lady herself, is bound to feel the same. Maybe she'll even fall for you."

"That's enough, you can go." Oliver's voice was cool, sending George scurrying out, worried that Oliver might erupt in anger.

Oliver stood in the cloakroom,

extracting a suit from its hangar. It was a crisp white shirt, topped off with a blue-checked waistcoat and covered by a neat blue blazer. His face was strikingly handsome, with perfectly coiffed hair and sharp, star-like eyes hidden slightly behind clear lenses.

Dressed to the nines, Oliver headed down to the lobby to greet Josefina personally.

The receptionist stood tall, wondering what kind of person deserved Oliver's personal touch.

When a girl in a black short-sleeved dress walked through the door, Oliver's frosty demeanor melted in an instant. He approached Josefina, walking side by side with her. "Why did you come down here?" Josefina asked, curious.

"I was waiting for you," Oliver replied. His voice was soft, filled with doting and anticipation. Josefina, taking in Oliver's outfit, found him indeed very striking. His austere charm, coupled with those gold-rimmed glasses, indeed gave off that vibe of an

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Josefina smiled without a word. Oliver took the food she'd brought, and together, they entered the private elevator, ascending directly to the floor housing Oliver's office.

Oliver was the picture of

thoughtfulness, Josefina radiantly beautiful. Secretaries kept their heads down, not daring to lift their

gaze until the pair had vanished into Oliver's office. Only then did they dare to look up, almost as if they'd Witnessed a scene from modern-day fairy tale.