She really isn't that little girl anymore; now she's sharp-minded and can handle things on her own.
Charles Mcintosh took a sip of water. His throat felt dry. He wanted to say something several times but swallowed the words back down.
Compared to Jasmine Yale, he seemed less composed and at ease.
"Mr. Mcintosh, I'm doing quite well now, in the Secretariat. If I have questions in the future, I can still ask you, right? How could I forget, you're an experienced assistant," Jasmine Yale was very calm, holding a cool glass of lemonade in both hands.
The water was cool, and the temperature of her palms gradually cooled down as well.
Just like her heart, which slowly became calm and unruffled.
Charles Mcintosh nodded: "If there's anything, feel free to come to me."
