Aunt Camden, always concerned for her, smiled and said, "Alright, go ho. Get so rest and don’t overwork yourself. Call directly if there’s anything you need, I’m close to your place."
Jasmine Yale nodded, wanting to say "thank you" once more, but those two words were insufficient to express her gratitude.
She carried ho the tangerine jam Sweetie gave her, brewed it with hot water, and a delicious cup of tangerine tea was ready.
Opening her computer, Jasmine Yale began writing her resignation letter.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
Suddenly, she recalled July, when she was job hunting under the scorching sun.
Back then, she was disheartened, rely thinking about finding a job to support herself and her child.
But unexpectedly, fate brought Sylvan Cheney to her side.
That scorching sumr day had vanished just three months ago but seed distantly past, like a dream upon reflection.
Outside the window, the autumn wind stirred the falling leaves.
The autumn night was cold, with occasional insect chirps in the grass.
Jasmine Yale rested her head, sipping tangerine tea when tired from writing.
The refreshing sweetness spread from her tongue, the fragrant taste lingered.
Leisure weekend hours flew by, like a fleeting mont.
On her days off, Jasmine Yale attended an art exhibition, watched a film, and went to the flower and bird market, buying a few pots of plants with Butler Santana.
She learned to cook a few simple dishes with Butler Santana, planning to prepare them for her baby.
Monday.
Jasmine Yale took her resignation letter to the Human Resources Departnt.
The scene of the interview was still vivid, yet within a few short months, she found herself resigning again.
"Jasmine Yale, I was just about to call you, didn’t expect you to co over," the HR Director said to Jasmine.
"Looking for ?" Jasmine was surprised.
"Yes, for you." The blonde, blue-eyed UT woman was courteous, competent, and intellectual. "Your maternity leave application has been approved, the period is six months."
She handed a docunt to Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback.
What happened?
Maternity leave application? She hadn’t applied for it.
"Take a good rest, the company values your skills highly. You’re welco to return after giving birth. Starting today, you don’t have to co to work."
Jasmine Yale carefully examined the docunt.
Indeed, it was a maternity leave application.
Below, printed boldly were the words "CEO Office," along with Sylvan Cheney’s signature.
"You’ve been working with Evan on projects, so he personally approved this application," the woman smiled.
"Thank you, I understand."
"Nothing else, I’ll get back to work." The woman, holding a cup of coffee, smiled at Jasmine and left.
Jasmine Yale still hadn’t completely processed the docunt.
She lowered her head, scrutinized the docunt once again, it was a maternity leave application, not a dismissal notice.
Does that an she doesn’t have to resign?
Would her position in the Secretarial Departnt still be maintained?
Jasmine Yale’s eyes reflected a complex glimr, shimring like a radiant moon.
After a long while, she placed the docunt into her backpack and silently went to the CEO Office.
"The approval reports from three banks have all been prepared, sir. I’ve placed them on your desk for review," said Kade Yuvan in the office. "Tonight, the chairman of the comrcial bank division is hosting a banquet. I’ve brought the invitation; are you attending? If not, I’ll decline on your behalf."
"No need to decline, I’ll be attending promptly."
"Sir, your health hasn’t been well lately, and it’s clear that there will be drinking involved at such banquets, so..." Kade suggested.
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