This aspect indeed saved Jasmine Yale quite some effort.
After he organized the luggage, he went to the bathroom to do the laundry himself.
"President, where's your housekeeper?"
"On leave."
"On leave again?" Jasmine Yale muttered.
She opened Sylvan Cheney's laptop, called up the project plans, and reviewed them one by one.
Inside was Sylvan Cheney's latest research paper, revealing that he occasionally visited the site during this period, mostly before dawn or after work in the evening.
Sunlight streamed through the glass and cast a colorful reflection on the table, from the glass cup.
Jasmine Yale flipped through Sylvan Cheney's notebook and saw several encrypted folders.
She entered a few numbers, but none were correct, so she gave up.
She leaned comfortably against the pillow, working on the project proposal while sipping plain water.
Soon, Sylvan Cheney made her a glass of fresh orange juice.
