Unable to go against Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine Yale awkwardly clutched her phone and rubbed her forehead, "Then I'll make a trip to the president's office, please wait for me. Pregnant women walk slowly, don't rush."
"..." This time, Sylvan Cheney didn't make things difficult for her.
Hanging up the phone, Jasmine Yale slowly sorted out some documents and deliberately took her time heading upstairs.
She was still wearing the ankle-length dress from the evening, with flat sandals on her feet.
The entire building was quiet, devoid of any sound of people.
He was on the top floor, she needed to take the elevator to go up.
But there was a long distance from the department to the elevator entrance.
She looked out the window, outside was the dark night sky, silent and still, with bright stars twinkling above.
The financial district was far from the city center, without much noise, especially at this time on a Saturday, Jasmine Yale could clearly hear her own footsteps.
