"Kade, if a few banks can't approve the loans, am I supposed to sit around and wait for a cash flow shortage?" Sylvan Cheney's sharp voice echoed.
At the door, Jasmine Yale stopped in her tracks.
"President, you've been on medication for the past few days."
"I've been taking it for a few days, I'm already better, no worries."
"Alright, I'll get back to the business side."
Footsteps were heard from inside the room.
Kade Yuvan approached the door, opened it, and was stunned: "Jasmine?"
Standing up, Sylvan Cheney also turned his head, seeing Jasmine Yale, his brows furrowed, eyes deep like unfathomable still water.
"Good morning, Assistant Yuvan."
"You're just in time, could you make the President a cup of coffee? My skill isn't as good as yours."
Saying this, Kade Yuvan gestured to Jasmine Yale and left carrying a thick stack of files.
Only Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney were left in the president's office.
