George listened with a hint of surprise to Oliver's unexpected request. "Mr. Oliver, I thought you weren't fond of having your picture taken?"
Oliver tilted his head back and quirked an eyebrow, "So, what if I've taken a liking to it now? Got a problem with that?"
George knew better than to voice any objections. Oliver's wishes were paramount. "No problem at all, Mr. Oliver. I'll get in touch with the photographer right away and make sure everything is set for your shoot."
After George stepped out, Oliver's eyes shone with an intense warmth. He picked up his phone and called Josefina. "Josie, what's tickling your fancy for lunch? I'll pick something up and bring it over."
Josefina's voice came through, "I've got plans at noon, won't be at the office for lunch. Don't worry about bringing me anything."
A shadow crossed Oliver's face, and his tone filled with concern, "What's up? Anything I can help with?"
"No need, Oliver, I'm swamped with work. Gotta go, bye."
As the call ended, Oliver's good spirits soured. No one had ever been able to sway his mood before. Josefina was the first.
He summoned George back into his office. "Josie says she's swamped, George. Do you think she's really that busy, or is she just avoiding talking to me?"
Good grief. Mr. Oliver could actually let a woman's words and actions affect his judgment?
George replied, "Mr. Oliver, Ms. Josefina is now the CEO of her own company, and you've thrown a few collaborations her way. She's genuinely busy, not avoiding you on purpose."
Oliver frowned, his voice icy, "Make sure those teams wrap up their work without bothering Josie. If they want to collaborate with her, they need to pull their weight."
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