The company in the afternoon still declined her.
When Jasmine Yale left the financial district, the sky was already dark. The entire day seemed wasted on waiting.
Even though she wasn't wearing high heels, her heels still had blisters, and her toes hurt terribly.
Jasmine was so exhausted she fell asleep on the subway, accidentally missing her stop.
Finally dragging her weary body home, she hugged Butler Santana tightly, feeling like she might cry.
"Butler Santana... it's still not working, no company wants me..." Jasmine choked, leaning on Butler Santana's shoulder.
"Miss Yale, it's okay, it's okay, there are still many companies left. Let's keep looking. If it really doesn't work out, you can temporarily stop looking for a job, and try again next year after the baby is born." Butler Santana sincerely hoped Jasmine would wait until next year to look for work.
But Jasmine was stubborn.
