On the other end, Sylvan Cheney coughed twice, his tone seemingly displeased: "What's the deal with the resignation letter? The leave I fought to get for you, did you ruin it with a resignation letter? Or do you think you don't need to work anymore?"
"Hm..." Jasmine Yale didn't want to speak, her face pale as paper.
"What does 'hm' mean? Jasmine Yale, is this how you approach work? With this attitude, what company would dare hire you in the future? Come to the office this afternoon, I need to talk to you about something." Sylvan Cheney's voice was steady, possibly due to a cold, his nasal tone slightly heavy, and his scolding somewhat harsh.
"I have resigned." After a while, Jasmine Yale feebly said.
She always felt like she was hanging on by a thread, her head even spinning.
"I've held back your resignation letter, come over!"
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes: "I won't go."
