Zane.
When I got home that night, Jasmine was in the kitchen, sitting on the stool there with a laptop in front of her. I had called her an hour or two ago to ask if she would be willing to go with me to the dinner with Richmond and his wife and after a few seconds of silence, she had agreed and said that was why she was here, wasn't it?
“Hey,” I greeted as I entered into the kitchen and she looked up with a small smile.
“Hey.” she greeted right back, and just then, my phone buzz.
I picked it out of my pocket and stared down at it to see if was Gary. He had emailed some documents I asked him to me, so I quickly texted him to acknowledged I’ve seen it, then I replace the phone before dropping my bag on the kitchen island.
“How was your day?” I asked at the same time Jasmine did and
