By the time the phone hung up, Mr Whitman's voice came from the other end of the room.
Jasmine internally rolled her eyes. What was it she didn't do right this time?
Mr Whitman came into view, his face etched with worry.
“There's still a lot to be done before Christmas and you're here slacking off on a phone call?”
The restaurant wasn't even crowded and most people would rather spend their Christmas holiday at some resort and ski trip, rather than a restaurant, but unfortunately, that was spoken inward, he would never understand.
Jasmine braced herself for her announcement.
“Mr. Whitman I'm going on a family vacation first thing tomorrow, I wanted to tell you but it…” she trailed looking for the best excuse. “.. slipped my mind.”
Nice one, Jasmine Withers. Super believable.
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