The chauffeur, Elder Axel, turned to look at Sylvan Cheney: "CEO, should we wait?"
In his mind, their CEO didn't like waiting for anyone.
What's more, when Jasmine Yale had just left, Sylvan Cheney didn't agree to wait.
"Give me the painkillers." Sylvan Cheney's voice was hoarse. He'd had quite a bit to drink, his throat felt uncomfortable, and he had a headache.
"Sure, sure." The chauffeur took the painkillers and a bottle of mineral water from the glove compartment.
The car lights came on, casting a warm yellow glow inside.
"CEO, do you have a headache? Should I call Doctor Canary?"
"No need, I just drank too much."
They didn't have to wait long.
Jasmine Yale came back with a cup, walking quickly along the roadside.
"CEO, I'm opening the door." Jasmine Yale opened the car door, surprised that Sylvan Cheney was waiting for her, compliant for the time being.
The cup in Jasmine Yale's hand was pink, a gift from Sylvan Cheney back in the day.
