"President, I'm telling you, I hold grudges. I've remembered that." Jasmine Yale glared at him.
"..." Sylvan Cheney remained unmoved.
"Just give me a five-star rating, it's not hard, just a casual stroke of the pen. Give it to me, please, is that okay...?"
"Do you want it?"
"Yes, I do."
Sylvan Cheney's throat moved, and he turned his head to look at her, his gaze intense.
"..." Jasmine Yale blushed, only then realizing where the misunderstanding lay.
Sylvan Cheney grasped her tighter in his embrace: "When are you going to school? Do you have to submit an internship report?"
"Next week, I guess. Although the course is over, there are still many minor details to handle."
"Shall I go with you?"
"You'd better not. I want to keep a low profile."
"What makes you think I would be high profile? Am I that kind of person?"
