"Take this ss away!" Sylvan Cheney threw the docunts on the table aside, looking disgusted.
"Oh." Jasmine Yale was at a loss for words to argue, knowing she couldn’t match him in this area and could only accept the reprimand.
She neatly stacked and put away the docunts, pouting discontentedly.
"If I see this sort of thing again in three days, your entire bonus for the month will be deducted."
"Oh."
"What do you an ’oh’? Are you dissatisfied? Straighten up your attitude!"
"No, President, I will seriously revise it."
"If you don’t understand sothing, I allow you to ask ."
"Oh."
"Try saying ’oh’ one more ti!" Sylvan looked at her with disapproval.
"..."
"Wait for half an hour, I’ll finish up work and take you ho." Sylvan handed her a glass of plain water, "Sit for a while."
Jasmine Yale, feeling unhappy after his scolding, sat on the sofa with her head down, playing on her phone and reading a magazine.
Sylvan Cheney turned on the computer and finished the market analysis he hadn’t completed.
From his angle, he could see Jasmine Yale, pouting with dissatisfaction, playing a ga quite unhappily.
Sylvan glanced at her, like a child.
For a mont, the office was quiet, only the sound of Sylvan typing on the keyboard could be heard.
One was working, the other playing gas, neither disturbed the other, a sort of natural harmony of tranquil tis.
After playing for ten minutes, perhaps Jasmine Yale won, as she finally stopped pouting and broke into a broad smile, showing two rows of pearly white teeth, and the corners of her lips revealing shallow dimples.
Her focused look at the screen was particularly serene, with her long hair slightly draped over her shoulders, her eyelashes fluttered when she blinked, looking both charming and cute.
Occasionally, when Sylvan encountered a problem, he’d look up at her.
Three months...
It turns out they’ve known each other for three months.
Jasmine Yale was engrossed in her ga, so much at ease in front of him, without any reservations, constraints, or unease.
Sylvan Cheney continued to work on the report.
Just then, the fax machine beeped.
The machine spat out a printed A4 sheet.
Sylvan furrowed his brows, who sent this?
He randomly picked it up, it was densely packed with text, none other than Jasmine Yale’s "dark past" in Cakago!
Whether it was based on evidence or fabricated was unknown, in any case, it filled the whole page.
Being kept by a sugar daddy, bullying classmates, skipping classes for no reason, all sorts of rumors were there.
Sylvan snorted, it was quite amusing indeed.
He carefully read it from beginning to end, it rely accused Jasmine Yale of having bad character, moral corruption, possibly even seducing school administrators, stealing exam questions, all sorts of gossip, it was all there.
Reading it, Sylvan would sotis glance up at the little woman playing gas.
Heh... Sylvan laughed.
Before Sylvan could finish reading everything, he received a text ssage from Erin Janus.
"Evan, take a look for yourself, I had soone dig up this information, it’s no use trying to convince you, you’re truly bewitched."
Sylvan glanced at the text, then at the "dark past."
Probably hearing Sylvan’s laughter, Jasmine Yale looked up in surprise, "President, why are you laughing?"
Sylvan put down the sheet and looked up at her, "Co here."
"No... I don’t want to move."
"I’ll show you sothing interesting."
"Bring it over." Jasmine squinted her eyes and smiled.
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