Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1174

Josefina strutted confidently down the hallway, the sound of her heels echoing off the polished marble floors as she zeroed in on the conference room. She knew exactly where she was headed.

Norman, looking like he'd just seen a ghost, hurried after her, clutching a takeout box. With a mix of respect and panic, he pleaded, “Ma'am, please, you can't go in there. Mr. Oliver's in the middle of a high-level meeting. If you walk in, I'll be in serious hot water.”

As an employee, Norman was well aware that his independence was limited, not to mention his job security.

Josefina paused, giving Norman a brief moment of relief from his growing panic.

But then she said, “I’ll tell Oliver it was my choice to come in, and you couldn’t stop me, no matter how hard you tried.”

Norman was at a loss for words.

His anxiety spiked; he feared today might just be the day he succumbs to stress.

“Ma'am, if you enter, it'll disrupt the meeting. If Mr. Oliver gets upset, I’m worried he might... well, take it out on you.”

Oliver was a relentless workaholic, often prioritizing work over personal connections.

Norman knew Josefina was important to Oliver, but he wasn't sure just how important. What if she wasn’t crucial enough to handle one of Oliver’s legendary outbursts?

Norman’s caution was genuinely out of concern for Josefina’s well-being.

She chuckled softly, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Just go about your day as if you saw nothing.”

With that, Josefina continued towards the conference room door.

She knocked.

Inside the hushed room, every executive heard the unexpected knock. It was audacious for someone to interrupt at such a moment.

Everyone exchanged glances, none daring to speak.

The collective thought was clear: whoever was at the door was in for it.

Oliver’s expression darkened. “George, see who it is.”

George made his way to the door, muttering, “Doesn’t anyone realize Mr. Oliver’s in a meeting? Who knocks now?”

They were itching to know who had come.

George re-entered the room, “Mr. Oliver said the meeting’s done. I’ll give you all a heads-up before the next one.”

With that, George made his exit.

The executives eager to question him were left hanging.

…

In Oliver’s office, Josefina unpacked the food she’d brought, arranging it neatly on his desk.

“Oliver, come on, have some lunch. Skipping meals will just land you with a stomach ulcer, and I don’t want you leaving me and our little one too soon,” she teased, her eyes twinkling.

“Aren’t you worried some guy might swoop in, take your place, and spend all your hard-earned money?” she joked with a playful glint in her eye.

Oliver pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her, dismissing any such concerns...