"Mr. Cheney, you can have your subordinate handle it. It's just a phone call away."
"Are you trying to interfere with my work?"
"No, I'm just making a suggestion."
"Why should I listen to your suggestions?" Sylvan Cheney said lightly.
Jasmine Yale pushed him away: "I didn't say you have to listen, I've said all I need to. If you don't step back, Mr. Cheney, I can't do anything about it. Only, I think if your wife and son were to see us like this, it might not look too good."
She walked into the kitchen and took a few sips of water.
"Jasmine Yale, don't be too smart for your own good."
"Mr. Cheney, you can leave now. A man and a woman alone in a room, it doesn't sound good."
But Sylvan Cheney didn't leave. Instead, he pushed open the door to her bedroom.
"Hey, Sylvan Cheney, how can you just barge into my room? I didn't give you permission!"
Jasmine Yale rushed after him.
Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist, his face dark: "I can go wherever I want, including you."
