Sylvan Cheney's sharp eyes stared at her for a moment, then slowly said, "When you're with me, all you think about is the project?"
"What else, President? Has no one ever told you that you're a really boring person?" Jasmine Yale ate her food, squinting her eyes, calm and composed, "Of course, because you're so dictatorial and autocratic, no one dares to say it. Apart from work, I really don't know what to talk about with you, President."
"Jasmine Yale." There was a faint anger in Sylvan Cheney's eyes, "Don't go too far!"
"How's that too far? Am I being more excessive than you, President? You scold me at every turn. I still remember the first time you scolded me, in the company corridor, in front of so many of your subordinates, scolded me, wanted to fire me, wanted to put me on record. I've got a good memory, I remember it all..."
Jasmine Yale's voice was gentle and she smiled warmly.
But Sylvan Cheney was less than calm.
"Jasmine Yale, you really are petty."
