"I'm really leaving." Jasmine Yale took a step back or two.
"I'm really leaving." Jasmine Yale took another step back or two.
After she said it twice, Sylvan Cheney finally raised his head, giving her a cold glance, his eyes sharp.
Seeing that he reacted, Jasmine Yale smiled, her dimples faintly visible.
The distance from his desk to the door was quite short, but she couldn't bear to leave.
On such a night, without anyone else around, it was hard to come by, and perhaps it would never happen again.
When tomorrow dawns, he would again be the high-and-mighty CEO Cheney, while she would just be a small secretary in the secretarial department.
Jasmine Yale's figure disappeared at the doorway.
The office returned to silence.
If it weren't for the lingering scent of Jasmine Yale still in the air, Sylvan Cheney might feel as if nothing had happened.
This liar full of untruths, the only thing he believed was that she was truly pregnant, nothing else.
