CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“Let me look for it now,” Joyce said. She'd practically pressed her ear against Natalie's cell phone to listen. Upon hearing what the detective had said, she immediately bolted over to Natalie's computer to search for the news online.

Natalie joined her. Watching as Joyce scoured the internet, she queried, “How is Jasmine now?”

“I don't know. I didn't go over to check on her. But from the solemn look on the policemen and paramedic's faces, it's likely that...”

The detective trailed off, leaving Natalie to draw her own conclusions.

Natalie's hand curled up into a fist.

Jasmine's room was on the twelfth floor. The average distance between each floor was a little less than ten feet. Twelve floors was a whole 120 feet from the ground.

Could anyone survive falling from that height?

“Got it!” Joyce cried. She'd found information about Jasmine's suicide.

Natalie watched the video that played on the screen. The footage was extremely shaky and blurred. A passerby had probably captured it on his cell phone.

In the video, a disheveled-looking woman in a patient's gown was sitting on the window ledge, facing inward. The next second, she had tumbled out and hurtled downward.

Her body violently convulsed twice, then lay still. A crimson pool

She covered her eyes with her

similarly petrified. Her face had grown visibly pale. With a trembling hand, she reached forward and turned

was that really Jasmine?” Joyce lowered her hands from her eyes and

her mouth, then finally admitted, “I don't know. Her figure looked very familiar, though,

mean that was really Jasmine? So she has really committed suicide!” Joyce gulped. It seemed like an absurd

evidence that she had just seen. It had happened regardless of whether Natalie was willing to

to her that the call hadn't ended. Natalie brought the phone to her ear and inhaled several times deeply before asking, “What's the situation like over

a closer

a car abruptly

white coat got off the car and strode towards the police cordon on the

stopped the detective in his tracks. It was enough proof in itself

Smith, Jasmine is dead. The coroner is already at the

mouth went dry. It was a long time before she managed to croak out

her cell phone down on the table and collapsed

looked at her, distraught. “Is she