"Let her strut her stuff for a few days."
"That woman is vicious. No one dares to cross her."
The group went back and forth, their chatter grinding on Noel's nerves until he couldn't take it anymore. "Enough! Shut it!" he barked, causing silence to fall over the room. Without another word, he stormed out.
...
Josefina was in her office when her phone rang with a number she didn't recognize.
"Is this Ms. Josefina?" The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, yet oddly resonant with something she couldn't quite place.
Josefina hummed an acknowledgment, and the voice, dripping with eagerness, continued, "Ms. Josefina, it's Nola. We're outside your company's building. Could you let us in? I'm here with Alma. We need to speak with you."
Josefina's curiosity was piqued. What sort of drama were these two cooking up now? "Sure," Josefina replied, instructing the receptionist to let them through.
Moments later, the pair waltzed in, arms laden with designer shopping bags. Their arrival created quite a stir. Nola and Alma were quite a sight – not only attractive, but they also carried themselves with a certain je ne sais quoi, exclusively decked out in luxury brands, making it impossible not to stare.
They sauntered into Josefina's office and, with a sycophantic smile, placed the gift bags on her desk.
Nola broke the ice, "Josie, may I call you that? Formal titles just seem so distant. If you hadn't been switched at birth, then we would've been friends now, right? What's Lena got to do with anything?"
Alma chimed in, "Absolutely. Just look at you, cute and lovely with legs for days. You're a real heartbreaker."
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