Oliver got into the car, and George, pulling out his phone, asked, “Who are we calling, Mr. Oliver?”
George, too, had a stack of business cards in his hand - contact information for various designers. With just a word from Oliver, he could have any of these designers rush over to Ms. Josefina’s company to follow her lead.
George had only one thought: Oliver was spoiling Ms. Josefina rotten!
He was on the dial screen when he heard Oliver say, “Back to the office.”
George was confused. What was going on?
“Sir, you’re not helping Ms. Josefina anymore?”
“She’s found a solution herself.”
Although he was rejected, Oliver’s face showed no displeasure. Instead, there was a hint of pride.
George was more confused. Was Oliver actually proud that Ms. Josefina could handle things on her own?
Bewildered, George just drove them back to the office.
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Josefina called home to say she had to work late and wouldn’t be back for dinner, insisting that no one should worry about bringing her a meal. She hung up quickly and went back to her designs.
Josefina worked nonstop until six when Oliver arrived at her office with a meal in hand. The office was empty except for Josefina, head down, engrossed in her work.
Oliver knocked on the door, and when Josefina looked up, surprised to see him again, she exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”
Oliver held up a food container and said, “Brought you dinner.”
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