Aunt Camden, always concerned for her, smiled and said, "Alright, go home. Get some rest and don't overwork yourself. Call me directly if there's anything you need, I'm close to your place."
Jasmine Yale nodded, wanting to say "thank you" once more, but those two words were insufficient to express her gratitude.
She carried home the tangerine jam Sweetie gave her, brewed it with hot water, and a delicious cup of tangerine tea was ready.
Opening her computer, Jasmine Yale began writing her resignation letter.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
Suddenly, she recalled July, when she was job hunting under the scorching sun.
Back then, she was disheartened, merely thinking about finding a job to support herself and her child.
But unexpectedly, fate brought Sylvan Cheney to her side.
That scorching summer day had vanished just three months ago but seemed distantly past, like a dream upon reflection.
Outside the window, the autumn wind stirred the falling leaves.
