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

on the hindermost seat of

seats 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

stood there, not knowing what to do at

Where should she sit?

“Florence, come here.”

a low voice while pointing at the seat

and said, “Director, I’m just a

for the design of the president’s clothes and is the focus of our department today.” Madison gave her

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

down after hesitating for

of the top managers of other departments while

girls at the moment,

with his slender fingers after hearing the reports, and then casually looked up to cast a glance at

around and finally landed his gaze

director of the design

I’m Madison Stewart, the director

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

nervous in

will do a report on behalf

her profession, Madison became more and

keyed some words on his laptop and raised his head

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

through the documents at her hand as she simply regarded it as an important and serious

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