It's too noisy here, Jasmine Yale waved her phone at Yukon Carbon: "I'm taking a call."
"Okay." Yukon Carbon nodded.
Jasmine Yale walked to a quieter place.
"Hello."
"If I'm not mistaken, you're from the secretary department."
This voice, she was too familiar with.
Sylvan Cheney...
"Is it CEO Cheney? I'm from the secretary department."
"I just remembered, I need to meet with TR's president on the golf course tomorrow and discuss cooperation, but your department hasn't delivered the draft to me yet. You need to go to the office now, finish it and email it to me, deadline is midnight."
"You!" Jasmine Yale widened her eyes; asking her to go to the office for the draft at this hour, then finish it for him? Is he insane?
"Is there a problem?" Sylvan Cheney's voice softened.
"CEO Cheney, I think it would be better to find the department manager for this, hello!"
The call was already disconnected.
Damn it.
Instantly, Jasmine Yale's mood exploded.
