The florist's assistant noticed that Jasmine Yale was buying flowers for the first time and gave her some pink roses and baby's breath.
Jasmine Yale held the flowers, feeling even better.
She lowered her head and took a sniff. The scent was quite pleasant.
She walked slowly back, cradling the flowers.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Jasmine Yale held the flowers in one hand and answered with the other: "Assistant Yuvan..."
It's Saturday, why was he calling her?
"Jasmine, about the suburban project of the group. You applied to follow up last time, right?"
"Yes, I did. Has it been approved?" Jasmine Yale's eyes gleamed brightly. Many people from the secretarial department had applied; it was a project that could really hone skills.
"It's been approved. You'll be following me and the president from now on. It seems the president was quite satisfied with the proposal you submitted."
"Oh, you mean that proposal? I spent many days thinking about it and planning it for a while."
