Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 67

Their computers were hijacked, and a menacing red line of text flashed on the screen: "Two minutes. Boardroom. Be there or consider yourself resigned!"

Everyone was baffled.

"Jaxon, our computers are toast! The mouse won't even twitch."

"Same here."

"That girl looked green as grass. How's she pulling this off?"

Jaxon scoffed, "You really think she's behind this? With her kiddie face? She probably hasn't even finished high school. No way she's got mad computer skills like that."

"Jaxon, what do we do? Are we going or what?"

Jaxon snorted with a smirk, "We're going!" He was curious to see just who was stirring the pot.

When the disgruntled group arrived at the boardroom, Josefina was already there, arms folded, scrutinizing them as they entered. Her presence was overwhelming, her piercing gaze sending shivers down their spines – it was rare to see such a formidable aura in someone so young.

She fiddled with her computer and glanced at her list, "Looks like we're one short. Did someone quit?"

Jaxon replied with irritation, "Tim's got the day off. I approved it."

Josefina smirked, "He took a leave after a two-day notice? He shouldn't bother coming back. He's fired!"

Jaxon huffed, "Making an example of him, huh? I wonder who you're really trying to scare."

"It's you lot, of course!"

The room fell silent. They had encountered such blunt honesty before.

Josefina continued, "Let me be crystal clear. If you don’t want to work here, resign now. You'll get your severance. If you're staying, get to work and cut the slacking."

Jaxon frowned, feeling the sting of being outplayed for the first time.

"Jaxon, I've reviewed last quarter's performance. Frankly, it was pitiful!"

After a round of stern admonishment, the crowd left with their tails between their legs. Josefina made her point clear without mincing words. She knew that Jaxon and his cronies looked down on her, thinking she was an easy target. Without showing some teeth, she’d never gain their respect.

Jaxon's pride was wounded, his anger flaring, "Since you're so capable, let's see what you can do with the company's future. We're all eager to see your 'achievements.'"

Josefina's smile didn't waver. "Then keep your eyes peeled and work with me."

She stood up. "Meeting's over."

Josefina strode out toward her office. She booted up her computer, fingers tapping away in a rhythmic dance across the keyboard.

Her mission at the Harrison family company was clear – to make them money. Her family had showered her with expensive gifts, and earning her keep was a way to pay them back. She hated owing anyone anything, especially favors.

...

In Oliver's office, George relayed the latest scoop to Oliver.

"She started working?"

"Yes, reliable sources say Ms. Josefina is managing a fashion company. Today was her first day. There's some resistance, especially from Jaxon."

George awaited Oliver's command, ready to clear any obstacles for Josefina at a word.

Oliver grabbed his coat and keys and strode out, with his secretary trailing like a lost puppy. "Mr. Oliver, where to?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"Handle the paperwork," Oliver said without looking back and left.

...

Josefina had been so absorbed in her work that she missed lunch. Her phone rang. She paused at the familiar number, then decided not to answer.

Oliver hung up and texted her. [I ordered lunch for you. Do you want it delivered, or will you join me at the café nearby?]