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 at a

on the hindermost seat of

were occupied

most senior designer was qualified to seat beside the director as that position

knowing what to

Where should she sit?

“Florence, come here.”

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

and said, “Director, I’m just a rookie, can I

you’re responsible for the design of the president’s clothes

Ernest, how could her muddled design draft be

sat down after hesitating for a

who was sitting in the seat of the host and was listening to the reports of the top managers of other departments while making concise comments of their reports from time to time. He was really decisive,

the women present were all staring at him like fan girls at the moment, wishing so much that they could screw up

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

and finally landed his gaze

director of the design

Madison Stewart, the director of the

experienced elite and was always in a black business suit with decent make-up. She could deal with various kinds of matters,

nervous in the face

do a report on behalf of the

talking about her profession, Madison became more and

report, Ernest keyed some words on his laptop and raised his head to look at Madison from time to time. Nonetheless, he never

Madison, Ernest acted as if he hadn’t

and gently flicked through the documents at her hand as she simply regarded it as an

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