Jasmine Yale was truly resigned to Charles McIntosh, completely resigned.
He was indeed Sylvan Cheney's number one lackey, listening even to the drunkest ramblings.
Moreover, with Sylvan Cheney being this drunk, he probably won't even remember who he saw tonight by tomorrow.
Charles McIntosh was truly loyal, following orders to a tee.
"Miss Yale, I wouldn't dare commit the crime of deceiving my superior," Charles McIntosh said in a low voice, taking a drag of his cigarette, his face expressionless.
"If you don't tell and I don't tell, would anyone know? You take him home, he's very drunk, talking nonsense the whole time."
"Charles McIntosh always does things above board," he said indifferently, smoking.
Damn... Jasmine Yale really felt like swearing.
Above board... He's got a good reputation for himself, but what about her?
Sylvan Cheney was lying on top of her, motionless, refusing to get up, and even clinging to her talking about having children.
