The night breeze is gentle, the moon is beautiful, limitless in its splendor.
Jasmine Yale seemed tired and fell asleep as soon as Sylvan Cheney carried her to bed.
She slept soundly, and the baby inside her didn't stir.
However, in the middle of the night, she was awakened by the sound of a phone ringing.
The apartment was extremely quiet, so quiet that she could vaguely hear Sylvan Cheney's phone conversation from the living room, even through the door.
"Has the approval funds for the TR project come through? Give me the bank's approval letter and documents."
"What procedure or not? Hmm? Aren't the procedures all set by me? If I say it's reasonable, then it is. No objections accepted."
"Three days, I want all the paperwork and documentation ready."
In the dead of night, Jasmine Yale heard Sylvan Cheney's deep voice from the living room.
Jasmine Yale turned over, tucked in her blanket, placed a hand on her belly, and drifted back into a deep sleep.
