Since Sylvan Cheney appeared in front of her, she held onto one principle: don't argue with him; he's a patient right now!
Every time she was too angry to pull herself together, she would console herself this way.
This kind of consolation worked quite well.
Jasmine Yale arranged the roses and took a shower.
By the time she finished showering, it was already late, past ten at night. The evening breeze was getting cooler, and the moonlight was just right.
Thinking about submitting the project draft to Sylvan Cheney, Jasmine made some snacks for herself, eating while opening her laptop to start writing.
On this rare quiet night, Jasmine's thoughts flowed like a spring, the things she heard during the day quickly transforming into words, blooming under her fingers.
She knew Sylvan was very picky. Him willing to take her to negotiate with Mr. Dick today showed that he recognized her in some aspects, at least he didn't reject her.
