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.

crept up onto her. She then walked in at a

on the hindermost seat of the department whenever there was a meeting

department were occupied and only the seat

director as that position was a

stood there, not knowing what to do at the

Where should she sit?

“Florence, come here.”

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

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

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

Ernest, how could her muddled design draft be selected and how could she be

after hesitating

to the reports of the top managers of other departments while making concise comments of their reports from time

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

looked up to cast a glance at the direction of the

and finally

are the director of the

Stewart, the

capable and experienced elite and was always in a black business suit

bit nervous in the

a report on behalf

about her profession, Madison became more and

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

if Florence was sitting beside Madison, Ernest acted as if he

her chair quietly and gently flicked through the documents at her hand as she

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