"CEO, is there something you need?" Jasmine Yale stood at the door, holding a large bouquet of roses.
Sylvan Cheney handed her the car keys, "Go to my car and bring Mr. Dick's gift, the black box."
"You bought a gift for Mr. Dick?" Jasmine couldn't help but admire Sylvan Cheney's attention to detail, "What gift?"
"A watch, go get it."
"Okay, got it." Jasmine took the keys from Sylvan Cheney's hand and set the roses down, "CEO, please watch over the roses for me, I'll be right back."
"Such ugly flowers."
"How are they ugly? They were just picked."
"If I say they're ugly, they're ugly."
"Oh." Unreasonable.
Jasmine walked slowly to the parking lot in Mr. Dick's estate. She used the car keys to open the Maybach's door and took the black box from the seat.
The box wasn't heavy, but she knew the watch inside must be expensive.
It was indeed Sylvan Cheney's thorough planning; he had kept Mr. Dick thoroughly entertained all day.
