The man pounced on Jasmine Yale, making the narrow edge of the pool even more cramped.
Jasmine Yale dodged, "Vice President, I hope you can respect me, and also respect yourself. We'll be working together in the future, and it won't look good for anyone if this blows up. At most, I lose a job, but you, you've already climbed so high, you don't want to fall, do you?"
"Don't pretend, everyone knows the industry rules. You're new and inexperienced, I don't blame you; I can teach you slowly. For a woman in this industry, there are only two ways to get promoted. Do you want me to teach you?" The man leered at Jasmine Yale, laughing exaggeratedly.
Jasmine Yale was cornered by him, not daring to breathe, just trying to calm her nerves.
"You've had too much to drink, we need to go back to the private room. This is the women's restroom, anyone could walk in at any time." Jasmine Yale didn't lose her temper, suppressing her emotions.
