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 departnt."
This voice, she was too familiar with.
Sylvan Cheney...
"Is it CEO Cheney? I’m from the secretary departnt."
"I just rembered, I need to et with TR’s president on the golf course tomorrow and discuss cooperation, but your departnt hasn’t delivered the draft to yet. You need to go to the office now, finish it and email it to , 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 departnt manager for this, hello!"
The call was already disconnected.
Damn it.
Instantly, Jasmine Yale’s mood exploded.
Ca out for a good ti, and why did she have to encounter him.
Clearly, he hadn’t forgotten her defiance and didn’t care that she was pregnant.
Of course, she did say once that being pregnant doesn’t grant special privileges.
Jasmine Yale glanced at the ti, seven-thirty in the evening.
In theory, it’s still early, but today is Saturday, Saturday!
"What happened?" Yukon Carbon ca over and handed her a drink, "What’s the matter, your face doesn’t look good."
"A last-minute notice for overti."
"Overti? It’s Saturday, what happened at your company?"
"Maybe they’re about to go bankrupt." Jasmine Yale smirked, "The boss ran away with his sister-in-law or sothing."
Yukon Carbon laughed heartily: "Co on, I’ll take you back, work is important. Besides, we’ve seen almost enough tonight, next ti if there’s a chance, I’ll bring you over again. Sumr isn’t over yet, there will be a few more bonfire nights."
"Will there really be? I hope sumr lasts a bit longer, I love sumr..."
"A few days until August, there’ll be ti."
"Yeah!"
Jasmine Yale hurriedly packed up, taking off her flower wreath, bracelet, and anklet.
She hadn’t had enough fun yet.
Before leaving, she glanced at the bonfire.
Both bosses were on vacation, while she didn’t even have the right to play for a while.
Yukon Carbon rushed to take her away, fearing delaying her work.
"Are you going to take your work ho or do it at the company?" Yukon Carbon asked while driving towards Financial Street.
"There’s too much data, can’t bring it ho, have to do it at the company."
"Then I’ll co pick you up when you’re done."
"No, no, I’ll get a taxi myself." Jasmine Yale didn’t want to trouble him.
"No way, it’s late, I’m not comfortable with it." Yukon Carbon insisted.
"Really don’t need to, it’s fine, Financial District is very safe."
"If you don’t tell the ti, I’ll wait downstairs for you."
"Alright, alright, I’ll send you a text when I’m leaving."
"Okay." Only then did Yukon Carbon feel relieved.
He drove Jasmine Yale back, behind the car was a bustling crowd, chattering noise, bonfire soaring high, shining on the faces of n and won.
Everywhere was music and dance, so lively.
Jasmine Yale still hadn’t had enough fun.
She looked back at the scene regretfully, wondering when she could co again, feeling a bit sorry.
This kind of night, this kind of holiday, isn’t it ant for enjoying a good vacation, happily playing around?
Sylvan Cheney, seriously got issues, wouldn’t let her have peace.
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