"Does the company forbid making phone calls during work hours?" Jasmine Yale retorted.
She stared into his eyes, eyes she had seen countless times both day and night, once found charming and captivating, now filled her with resentment.
Sylvan Cheney's gaze remained deep and unfazed. He stared back at her eyes, gave her a cold look, and slowly spoke, "No personal calls allowed."
"But..."
"Don't think that just because you're pregnant, I won't do anything about it." Sylvan interrupted her harshly, "There are countless people wanting to join the Group. If you can't follow the rules during work hours, the Group will hire those who can. There are plenty of capable and compliant people."
Jasmine Yale fell silent.
She knew she was in the wrong.
She thought taking a call wouldn't take more than a few minutes, who knew she'd run into him.
"Did you hear me clearly? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney looked at her with a stern face.
