It was Sylvan Cheney who personally opened the door.
"Come in." He walked into the office.
Jasmine Yale followed him in, noticing the neatly arranged documents on the desk, all of which she had left behind.
"Thank you, President. I'll take these." She slowly walked to the side of the desk.
Sylvan Cheney placed his hand on the items, leaned closer to her, and fixed his eyes on hers: "You come and go from the CEO's office as you please? What do you think this place is? Hmm?"
Jasmine Yale lifted her head, meeting his deep and brooding gaze.
She smiled slightly: "What else? Is the CEO's office a palace? You need a beauty contest to enter?"
"If it relied on a beauty contest, I don't think you would've even touched the door." Sylvan Cheney glanced at her.
He was very close to her, and as he spoke, his warm breath brushed against her face.
Jasmine Yale's heart fluttered.
The unspoken allure was the most fatal.
