Jasmine Yale flipped through the photos, her gaze intense, though her expression remained calm.
She had already explained to Sylvan Cheney that she and Yukon Carbon were friends.
After a long while, she still sent a text message: Mr. Carbon and I are good friends.
As soon as she sent the message, Sylvan Cheney's call came through.
Chale Cheney glanced at Jasmine Yale: "Jasy is so busy."
Jasmine Yale smiled: "I'll step out to take a call, be good, Little Chale."
Leaving the living room, Jasmine Yale found a sheltered spot under the eaves, standing, looking out at the flowing water.
The rain-washed yard was fresh and clean, the air filled with the scent of damp earth, overwhelming.
Jasmine Yale answered the phone.
On the other end, there was a moment of silence.
Jasmine Yale initiated the conversation, laughing: "CEO, Yukon and I are friends."
She couldn't remember how many times she had explained this to him.
It seemed she had explained it too many times.
