Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 1213

“Mr. Oliver, our boss is busy right now—he can’t see anyone.”

Cole: Seriously?

He knew Oliver’s whole schedule by heart. A meeting was about to start; there was no way Oliver had left the office. So what was he hiding in there?

Cole didn’t bother arguing. He tried to step past George, only for George to block him again. Cole pushed at him, but George didn’t move an inch. If anything, Cole nearly toppled over. He flexed his aching wrist, shooting George a glare. The guy wasn’t a secretary—he was a mountain.

That hurt.

Cole gritted his teeth. “Why can’t I go into Oliver’s office? I have something important to talk to him about.”

“Mr. Oliver is really busy. Even if Mr. Brandon wanted to see him, he’d have to call first and set up a time. That’s the only way anyone gets in.”

Cole: …Are you kidding me?

Oliver wasn’t even the CEO. Who did he think he was, royalty?

“And if I insist on going in?” Cole challenged.

“Then I’ll have to call Mr. Brandon,” George replied calmly, already scrolling through his contacts.

Cole didn’t flinch. He wasn’t here to back down. He had real business with Oliver, and no overzealous secretary was going to stop him.

As George dialed, he gave a subtle nod to two other assistants. They stepped up, blocking Cole’s way even more firmly.

George walked off to make the call, leaving Cole waiting. Cole crossed his arms, watching, certain George was about to embarrass himself.

Let’s see how he gets out of this, Cole thought. If George messed up, he’d make sure the guy was out of a job by the end of the day.

A minute later, George came back, phone on speaker so Cole could hear.

Cole forced a smile, glancing sideways at George. The guy didn’t look smug at all—just stood there, calm and collected, as if he was made of stone.

Swallowing his frustration, Cole replied, “You’re right, Dad. I’ll be more considerate next time.”

“Come home for dinner tonight. I tracked down the chef from your favorite restaurant when you were a kid.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

George ended the call and walked away without another word, not even sparing Cole a glance.

He turned to the other assistants. “This is the rule now: aside from Mrs. Oliver, nobody gets in. I don’t care if it’s Cole—don’t relax for a second. If anything goes wrong, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The group all nodded, looking a little pale, and quickly thanked George for the heads-up.