Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver sat in his car, parked along the curb outside the towering glass facade of Josie Corporation.

George entered the vehicle, a sheepish expression on his face. "Mr. Oliver, Ms. Josefina left work quite some time ago. In fact, I heard she clocked out an hour early today."

A grin spread across Oliver's face, sending a shiver down George's spine. From the driver's seat, he spoke with caution, "Mr. Oliver, Ms. Josefina's a delicate flower, easily spooked, you know. She probably just got shy. Don't worry, tomorrow you'll be back to being the closest of sweethearts."

Leaning back, Oliver gazed through the sunroof at the starry sky, his brow furrowing.

"George, given your take on Josie, what do you reckon she's into?"

George blurted out without thinking, "Money."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You seem to know quite a bit about my Josie."

George felt like he'd stepped on a landmine, hastily explaining, "It's not that I know Ms. Josefina personally. I'm just calling it as I see it. She's working over the summer break and is clearly looking to earn some cash. Even the generous allowance from the Harrisons isn't denting her determination to make her own money."

Lost in thought, Oliver mused, "Josie likes money, then I'll just have to shower her with it."

George was silent, convinced Ms. Josefina wouldn't be interested in a few sacks of cash from Oliver.

"Check with our subsidiaries for a business that could collaborate with Josie's company. Whatever kind of partner she needs, make it happen."

George could hardly respond. Was this Oliver's way of funneling money into Ms. Josefina's pockets?

Without missing a beat, George said, "Mr. Oliver, we do have a couple of fashion outlets under our wing, freshly acquired this month. We could facilitate a partnership with Ms. Josefina. We'll take the bare minimum profit to keep things ticking over. All the earnings can go to Ms. Josefina."

Oliver frowned in displeasure. "What? You think I'm broke?"

George's laugh was strangled and awkward. "Mr. Oliver, if you're broke, then the world's fresh out of wealthy folk."

Oliver was firm. "The companies working with Josie won't make a dime. Any expenses can be drawn from my personal account."

Josie had a fondness for money, and Oliver was set on finding inventive ways to spoil her with it.

George was envious, wishing that in his next life, he could be a woman, one just like Ms. Josefina. If he were Josefina, he'd be on easy street.

Josefina drove to another of her properties to deal with some business. Her mentor had gifted her a piece of real estate, and she was there to collect the keys.

After wrapping up, she stepped out and immediately stumbled into a guy she just dealt with.

With the bravado of having backup,

the blond haired punk strutted up er, the one who beat us up. Boss you gotta avenge us. She hit us. That's like disrespecting youe!"

She'd dealt with this gang just that afternoon, and now, it was not even 6:30 PM, yet they crossed paths again.

The punks had just pocketed some quick cash and pulled blondie out of the hospital to lead them straight to her.

Having finished her business, Josefina now stood in the desolate parking lot of a newly developed building complex, spacious and scarcely populated.

The group eyed Josefina's seemingly frail figure. She looked like an easy target.

Blondie pointed at her. "Wise up, kneel, and beg for forgiveness!"

Josefina sized up the punk. "You seem to know your place. Now kneel and apologize to me."

The gang's ringleader, eyeing the

petite and pretty Josefina, was tempted to steal a kiss. "A sharp-tongued girl, aren't you? No need to kneel, though. Make s happy, and I'll let you off the hook."

Seven men stood before her, and Josefina couldn't be bothered with idle talk. It had been a while since she flexed her muscles. They'd serve as good practice. With no surveillance cameras in sight, she had nothing to hold her back.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.