Time flies quickly.
A week later, Flora Sutton returned home from a business trip to Conada.
She brought Jasmine Yale a small gift, a light yellow silk scarf.
Jasmine had no shortage of gifts lately. Sylvan Cheney had given her many things, and when Flora gave her the scarf, she brought out the chocolates Sylvan had given her to share with Flora.
The project was in full swing, and the design director at the entertainment city was quite troublesome. Eventually, she left it for Sylvan to handle.
It's unclear how Sylvan resolved or persuaded that design director, but the entertainment city accepted her proposal.
"Jasmine, the chocolates are really delicious," Flora Sutton exclaimed.
"The taste is alright."
"Not just alright, they're fantastic. Mind if I have some more?"
"Of course, I don't mind. You can have them all, but don't blame me if you gain weight," Jasmine Yale laughed.
As they were chatting, the phone on Jasmine's desk rang. It was an internal line from the company.
