Jasmine Yale thought again of that keychain, and the two inseparable little figures on it.
"Okay." The voice on the other end carried a hint of joy.
Jasmine chatted with him for a few more minutes, and then the plane took off.
She hung up the phone, sighed, reheated the lunch dishes, and sat down to eat alone at the table.
It was a time when lights shone from every house.
Jasmine ate in solitude, the meal dull and tasteless.
Not having eaten much, she tidied up the table and got ready to go home.
Sylvan Cheney had already sent the amusement park B plan documents to her email.
This was a completely new concept different from the original plan, an amusement park entirely imagined by Sylvan Cheney, with no outside interference.
Jasmine examined it carefully and found that many of their ideas were aligned.
As she looked through it, a thought occurred to Jasmine, her brows furrowed, and her eyes held an unfathomable brightness.
