No one knows how long she cried; the night sky seemed even more desolate, and the moon had already set in the west.
Jasmine Yale stood up, dragging her heavy steps back to her room.
She sent the resignation letter she had written earlier to HR.
Erin Janus was right; the James Group branch company belonged to her, and if she shamelessly continued to work there, she would be the most disgraceful one.
After sending the email, Jasmine Yale dazedly thought of that summer again.
If she hadn't applied to the company, and Sylvan Cheney hadn't come to the branch as president but instead went to the Old York Headquarters, they would have lost the chance to meet.
She would have always believed he had passed away.
And he wouldn't remember anything, starting a brand new life.
He was so clever, with such depth, his future was always boundless.
Jasmine Yale glanced at herself in the mirror... Her eyes were swollen, her face streaked with tears.
