Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 98

Josefina wasn't born yesterday. Oliver said he'd pick her up in his car, but she knew that once he did, they'd end up driving back in hers.

However, Josefina wasn't concerned with the car situation. Oliver's potential for violence had her worried.

As Oliver approached, he caught the flicker of concern in her eyes. Taking a step closer, he peered at her and murmured with a hint of amusement, "Are you worried about me?"

Josefina lifted her gaze, meeting his smiling face, which, at that moment, seemed particularly dashing. "Oliver, some things are better left in the past. You can't let old ghosts drag you down," she advised.

Life was about moving forward and finding the silver lining. That was how Josefina lived—if she dwelled on bygones, life would just be too exhausting.

Oliver reached out and gently pulled Josefina into his arms, holding her close. "Just let me hold you for a moment." His weary voice washed over her as she stood still in his embrace.

When George finished handling his business and stepped out, he found Oliver with his arms wrapped around Josefina. George gave some quick instructions to his security detail and signaled for his driver to whisk him away.

Watching Oliver's car being driven off, Josefina gently nudged him, "Your ride's leaving!"

George's face popped out from the car window, waving at Josefina and Oliver. "Ms. Josefina, there's an urgent situation at the office I need to attend to. You two take your time. There's no need to rush to get to work," he called out with a chuckle.

Josefina's cheeks flushed a rosy red as she shot Oliver an annoyed glare. "This is all your fault."

Oliver nodded, his indulgent smile unwavering. "Yeah, blame me." Blaming him was a small price for the joy it brought him.

"Josie, my car's gone. I guess you'll have to drive me to work now."

As Josefina turned to open her car door, Oliver had already swung the passenger side open for her. "Aren't I the one driving you?" she asked, puzzled. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Since when does a lady drive when there's a gentleman present? It's my turn to take the wheel. You just sit back and enjoy the ride."

With a hint of surprise, Josefina settled into the passenger seat. She had another reason for visiting Oliver that day—the contract.

Josefina handed over the draft she'd had her assistant prepare. "Take a look at this when you get a chance. If everything checks out, sign on the dotted line."

Oliver's eyes crinkled with approval at her efficiency. "Will do."

As Oliver dropped Josefina off at her office building, he said, "I'll pick you up for lunch." She barely stepped out of the car when he sped off, as if fearing rejection.

Walking into her workplace, Josefina noticed the change in her employees, who once looked down on her and now behaved with humility.

Alex stood up. "Ms. Josefina, there's a gentleman here claiming to be your assistant. I've asked him to wait in the lounge."

"Alright."

At the lounge door, Josefina noticed the young man sitting inside with his tanned skin and clear eyes. She motioned him over, and he obediently got to his feet.

"To my office," she directed. Clad in a crisp white blouse and a flowing skirt, Josefina's slender waist was accentuated as she turned.

In her office, the young man bowed respectfully. "Ms. Josefina."

"Relax, from now on, you'll be my assistant. You've graduated, and now it's time to put that knowledge to work. Got it?"

He nodded eagerly. "Understood, I've got it."

Josefina chuckled, "Kale, there's no need to be so formal. You're with me now."

"Yes, Ms. Josefina, I understand. I'm yours to command. I'll walk through fire and water for you!"

She handed him a stack of documents and instructed, "Go through these, and then come tell me your thoughts."

"Yes, Ms. Josefina."

Kale was filled with fervor, suited up in the attire Josefina had provided. He was ready to lay down his life for her if she asked.