She never knew this man could be so fierce.
Doesn’t like physical contact? When Miss Janus was holding his arm, he didn’t seem to mind.
"What can you do? I don’t think you can do anything," Sylvan Cheney walked over to the desk, sorting out files without lifting his head.
"Do you like seeing people through tinted glasses? I can do many things. If you keep , you’ll see," Jasmine Yale replied.
Sylvan Cheney let out a cold laugh, "Firstly, I don’t like your temper."
"I’ll change," Jasmine yielded, "I’m sorry for everything that happened today. Just don’t fire , and I’ll do better in the future. If I make mistakes again, I’ll resign on my own. Is that okay?"
Sunlight stread through the window, casting a glimr in Jasmine Yale’s eyes.
She stood there, feeling wronged, like a cat that had done sothing wrong.
anwhile, Sylvan Cheney kept his head down, sitting in the chair reading docunts, seemingly uninterested in her.
The bright light fell on his dark shirt, elongating his silhouette and reflecting on the marble floor.
The spacious office suddenly beca very quiet.
When she wasn’t speaking, he wouldn’t take the initiative to speak either.
"CEO Cheney," Jasmine called him timidly, his temperant was as bad as ever.
"I’m not in a good mood right now; you’d better leave, or I can’t guarantee what I’ll do," Sylvan Cheney rubbed his temples, looking quite weary.
"Not in a good mood? If you’re not feeling well, let make you a cappuccino; it’ll taste good."
In the past, when he was in a bad mood, she’d hold him and coax him, and his mood would improve.
"Are you leaving or not?" Sylvan turned his head, his cold gaze eting hers.
"Promise you won’t fire , and I’ll go."
"So annoying," Sylvan said irritably, quite impatient, "If you weren’t pregnant, I would have had security kick you out already!"
Jasmine suddenly touched her belly with pride and smiled, "But I am pregnant, so you can’t kick out."
Sylvan: "..."
Jasmine knew he probably had never t soone as shaless as her.
But dignity can’t be eaten; saving her job is what truly matters.
Before Sylvan could speak, his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen and answered, "What is it?"
"Evan, I’ve booked a restaurant room; I’ll send you the address later. Rember to co on ti tonight," Erin Janus’s cheerful laugh rang out, "I won’t disturb your work, just rember to co."
"Okay."
The office was empty and quiet. Jasmine could hear Sylvan talking on the phone very clearly.
She opened her laptop and pulled up a docunt.
When he finished the call, she put the laptop on the desk in front of him, showing a good attitude of admitting her mistakes, "CEO Cheney, I did today’s morning eting minutes. Take a look, and if you think it’s okay..."
"Take it away."
"Just take a look; I did it quite seriously."
"This kind of thing is for the head of the secretary’s departnt to see, not for to review!"
Jasmine felt a bit deflated. She lowered her hands, standing uneasily by the desk, "Then what should I do for you to agree to keep ? I really don’t want to be fired; it was quite difficult to find a job, running in the scorching heat to many companies, and they all said they don’t want pregnant won..."
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