The unexpected evening drizzle was like a tightly woven net, enveloping the city skies.
The rain had started around four or five o'clock and showed no signs of stopping by the end of the workday.
The sky was gloomy, and the rain seemed like it could turn into a downpour any moment.
Just as Jasmine Yale was worrying about how to get home tonight, Sylvan Cheney's call came through.
Jasmine quickly covered her phone and hurried to a secluded corner to answer.
"Did you bring an umbrella?"
"The weather forecast didn't mention rain, so I didn't bring one," Jasmine said sheepishly.
"Come to the executive office at the end of the day, I'll drive you home after I finish my tasks."
"No trouble for the president, I'll just share an umbrella with a colleague to the subway station."
"I'm traveling for business tomorrow."
"It's just... just for three days."
