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.

stunned for a while and a weird feeling inexplicitly crept up onto her. She then walked in

hindermost seat of the department whenever there

design department were occupied and

position was a symbol of

what to do at

Where should she sit?

“Florence, come here.”

called her name in a low voice

“Director, I’m just a rookie, can

design of the president’s clothes and is the focus of our department

bit embarrassed. If it was not because of Ernest, how could her muddled design draft

finally sat down after hesitating for a

sitting in the seat of the host and was listening to the reports of the top

him like fan girls at the moment, wishing so much that they could screw up with him and

the reports, and then casually looked up to cast a glance at

glanced around and finally landed his gaze on

director of the design

Madison Stewart, the director of the

a black business suit with decent make-up. She could deal with various kinds of matters, big or small,

bit nervous

a report on behalf of the design department. Our

her profession, Madison became

head

if Florence was sitting beside Madison, Ernest acted as if he hadn’t seen

through the documents at her hand

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