"Knock knock"—
Jasmine Yale raised her hand to knock on the door.
Sylvan Cheney came over and personally opened the door for her.
His gaze lingered on her for a long time, slowly saying, "Come in."
Jasmine Yale nodded, holding a stack of documents, and followed him inside.
The office was well-lit, with sunlight filling even the corners, exuding energy and vitality.
Sylvan Cheney was dressed in a dark-colored shirt, with a deep gray striped tie, his figure straight and tall.
"What would you like to drink?" Sylvan asked.
"No need, I'm going downstairs in a bit," Jasmine Yale stood in front of the desk, placing the files on his desk.
"What would you like to drink." He looked at her, persistently asking again.
Jasmine Yale was startled, truly persistent.
She had no choice but to say, "A glass of plain water, please."
"Okay."
Sylvan went to the water dispenser to pour her a glass of water, mixing hot and cold water, perfectly warm.
