Jasmine Yale returned to the department with resentment.
Foreign companies do not have the tradition of working overtime, and once the weekend arrives, the entire financial district is almost completely quiet.
No one was in the secretarial department. Jasmine Yale felt a bit scared, quickly pulled up the information, intending to complete the work in the shortest time possible.
He was going to meet with the president of TR, why didn't he prepare the draft in advance?
Jasmine Yale opened the computer and organized the necessary things for him.
She was the only one in the vast office. She knew the security here was excellent, there was nothing to be afraid of, but it was too quiet, which was somewhat uncomfortable.
The quiet here was in stark contrast to the noise at the campfire party.
To dispel her fear and loneliness, Jasmine Yale turned on the music and made a cup of black tea.
She sent a text message to Sylvan Cheney: "Don't worry, CEO Cheney, I'm at the company."
