Ivan looked at Sally as if she were a monster, "That sicko Adrian wouldn't forbid his men from playing with women, would he?"
"..."
"This is too much! I think you guys should stop working for Adrian. Besides, now that Adrian is in a coma, there's no future sticking with him."
"..."
"Jasmine, I hear you're pretty skilled. How about working for me, Master Ivan?... Master Ivan is the most generous to his people, don't worry, I absolutely won't treat you poorly." Ivan sized up the stern-faced Sally, starting his poaching attempt.
Sally: My name's not Jasmine!
"Jasmine, why aren't you speaking? Are you unwilling?"
Of course, not willing! Working for such an unreliable boss, plus he's so ugly, how embarrassing would it be to go out with him?
He's got a mental problem, he can't even remember her name.
Sally could only run these thoughts through her mind and then filter them out.
