Sylvan Cheney's face darkened. Didn't she know to switch off her phone during private meetings?
Jasmine Yale was rummaging through her purse, completely unaware of Sylvan Cheney's change in expression.
"President, sorry, I need to take a call."
She walked out of the private room.
It was Yukon Carbon calling.
"Jasmine, I heard it's raining heavily in Cakago today and might get colder tomorrow. Wear more clothes, don't sacrifice warmth for style."
"President Carbon is joking with me again. Pregnant women don't worry about style," Jasmine laughed. "I'll take good care of myself. Is it raining in Old York?"
"Just a little rain, not much."
"Then it might get colder too," Jasmine said, "Has work been busy lately?"
"Want to go to a bonfire party? There should be one or two left as summer is ending. Time flies."
"We can go together if there's time. Last time wasn't very fulfilling."
"How's work recently?"
