She never knew this man could be so fierce.
Doesn't like physical contact? When Miss Janus was holding his arm, he didn't seem to mind.
"What can you do? I don't think you can do anything," Sylvan Cheney walked over to the desk, sorting out files without lifting his head.
"Do you like seeing people through tinted glasses? I can do many things. If you keep me, you'll see," Jasmine Yale replied.
Sylvan Cheney let out a cold laugh, "Firstly, I don't like your temper."
"I'll change," Jasmine yielded, "I'm sorry for everything that happened today. Just don't fire me, and I'll do better in the future. If I make mistakes again, I'll resign on my own. Is that okay?"
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a glimmer in Jasmine Yale's eyes.
She stood there, feeling wronged, like a cat that had done something wrong.
Meanwhile, Sylvan Cheney kept his head down, sitting in the chair reading documents, seemingly uninterested in her.
