Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

When the irate figure stormed into Oliver's office, it was none other than Sydney's brother Chris, dressed to the nines in an expensive suit. His face was ashen with rage, and he muscled his way past the helpless secretary trying to block his path.

Chris bellowed with unrestrained fury, "Oliver, you son of a gun! So I took some time off for the holidays. That doesn't mean I quit. Why the hell did you turn my office into a restroom? What's your game? Trying to shove me out of the company?"

George shook his head in sympathy. Chris was bold enough to stand up to Mr. Oliver and even cursed him out loud. Surely Oliver was about to give him a comeuppance that'd have him crying for his mama.

As Chris, ablaze with anger, pointed a finger at Oliver and marched up to him, Oliver grabbed that accusatory finger. With a swift, harsh twist, Oliver broke Chris' stout and stubby middle finger. George wasn't surprised in the least. Oliver never wasted words when he could settle things with his hands.

Chris' face contorted in agony, his middle finger now unable to straighten. "Oliver, for crying out loud, I'm your uncle! My sister Sydney is your stepmom. Where are your manners?"

Oliver scoffed, "Talking about manners with someone like you is an insult to the word itself."

Chris glared back, venom in his eyes, "Oliver, my brother-in-law agreed I should manage the procurement department. By what right do you kick me out?"

George interjected, "Maybe because you embezzled five million from the department? We've called the cops. You want to explain? Do it to the police."

"You had the gall to call the cops on me!" Chris exclaimed in disbelief.

Oliver retorted, lounging on the couch with an air of supreme confidence, "Why wouldn't I dare? Let's get something straight, Chris. I'm the CEO of this company. Your brother-in-law doesn't even have a position here, let alone a say. What makes you think he can help you? What gives you the right to meddle in company affairs?"

Struck silent, Chris looked like a whipped dog.

George suggested, "Chris, you'd better return the money you swiped. The cops will be here any minute. You can explain it to them."

Oliver had timed it perfectly, calling the cops just as Chris was en route. Chris totally got it now.

"Oliver, you set me up! You let me embezzle and then had me arrested."

Oliver's eyebrows arched, his lips curled in a mocking smile. "You're not as dumb as you look."

"You're so underhanded, Oliver!" Chris spat out, seething.

Oliver was dismissive, "No one forced your hand to take the money."

Standing up, Oliver had no more time for Chris' nonsense.

As Chris, driven by his rage, lunged forward, Oliver turned and delivered a brutal kick to his abdomen. Chris crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

George called out, "Let the security in, and drag him out. Have the cops arrived? If not, no need to bother them with coming up; just take Chris down to the lobby to wait."

But the secretaries didn't wait for the security. They hoisted Chris up and dumped him on the ground floor. Righton cue, the police arrived and took Chris away.

When Sydney heard about the incident, she was livid. "Rowan, look at what Oliver did. Chris was my brother, and he humiliated Chris in public Tears streaming down her face, she looked to Rowan with a plea for empathy.