It felt like a century had passed.
Sylvan Cheney frowned tightly as Jasmine Yale finally spoke again, "President, maybe I should leave first."
"Okay."
Sylvan Cheney's face showed no expression, his deep and mysterious features as usual.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head and saw the huge pile of documents that Kade Yuvan had delivered, stacking up like small hills on Sylvan Cheney's desk.
Jasmine Yale cherished this time working with him, a unique memory.
In the past, he rarely even took her to the Cheney Group, let alone talked to her about work matters.
But now, they had common topics to discuss, projects, collaborations, finances.
She loved this job and cherished it dearly.
But six months later, nothing could be certain.
Thinking of this, Jasmine Yale's gaze lingered on these files for a long time.
"President, those gifts of yours..."
"I don't want them," Sylvan Cheney sorted through the documents.
