After returning home for a few days, Jasmine Yale didn't help Sylvan Cheney with the amusement park plans anymore because he seemed to have lost hope in it. Every time she brought it up, he showed no interest, only saying he was busy with other work.
If he didn't care about his affairs, why should she?
Saturday afternoon.
Jasmine Yale called Sylvan Cheney again.
"President, are you busy? It's Saturday." Her voice was calm, even with a hint of amusement.
"I'm at the construction site in the southern suburbs, checking on the progress. I'll have to go to an exhibition later."
"So busy, I was going to ask you to dinner tonight. I wanted to eat..."
"The construction site is quite dangerous, not really suitable for a call. I'll hang up now and call you back when I'm done." On the other end, Sylvan Cheney's voice was a bit low.
"Okay." Jasmine Yale didn't say much more and let the call end.
