My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 17: Sense of Distance

When Flores was about to clock in after arriving at the company, she was a bit dumbfounded when she saw the time.

It was exactly 9:10.

She had been walking slowly just now so as not to come across Ernest in the company. Nonetheless, she didn’t pay attention to the time and was late for 10 minutes!

Oh gosh!

She had an important meeting today and all staff of the company were supposed be present in the meeting.

Having no time to report for duty to the design department, she directly rushed towards the meeting hall.

It was held in a meeting hall that could accommodate thousands of audience and meetings held here were all important ones. Right at this moment, hundreds of attendees all fixated their eyes on Florence with scrutiny and dissatisfaction in their gazes.

Florence stood at the door with the documents in her arms awkwardly.

“Sorry for being late.”

After finishing the words, she surprisingly found Ernest who was sitting on the seat of host. He was the presider of today’s meeting?

She became more embarrassed all of a sudden. It was the first meeting presided over by the company’s new president, yet she was late under everyone’s nose.

Ernest was sitting there gracefully and was exuding a noble and aloof aura.

He said blandly without even throwing a glance at Florence, “Come in.”

His tone was indifferent and alienating as if Florence was just an unimportant stranger to him.

onto her. She

rookie of the design department, she always sat on the hindermost seat of the department whenever there was

for the design department were occupied and only the seat beside Madison

seat beside the director as that position was a symbol of one’s status and meant that he/she would have a voice in

not knowing what to do at

Where should she sit?

“Florence, come here.”

called her name in a low voice while pointing at the seat beside hers, “Sit

over stooping and said, “Director, I’m just a

of the president’s clothes and is

of Ernest, how could her muddled design draft

down after hesitating for

looked up at the man who was sitting in the seat of the host and was listening to the reports of the top managers of other

the moment, wishing so much that they could screw up with him

reports, and then casually looked

finally landed his

are the director of the design

the director of

suit with decent make-up.

a bit nervous in the face

will do a report on behalf of the design department.

talking about her profession, Madison became more and more fluent,

Ernest keyed some words on his laptop and raised his head to look at Madison

Florence was sitting beside Madison, Ernest acted as if

at her hand as she simply regarded it

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