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.

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

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

all the seats for the design department were occupied

only the most senior designer was qualified to seat beside the director as that position was a symbol of

stood there, not knowing what

Where should she sit?

“Florence, come here.”

called her name in a low voice while pointing at the

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

as you’re responsible for the design of the president’s clothes and is the focus of our department today.” Madison gave her an

still felt a bit embarrassed. If it was not because of Ernest, how could her muddled design draft be selected and how could she be eligible to be the

after hesitating for

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,

him like fan girls at the moment, wishing so much that they

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

and finally landed his

director

I’m Madison Stewart, the director of the

a black business suit with decent make-up. She

bit nervous in the face of

report on behalf of the

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

his laptop and raised his head to look at Madison from time to time. Nonetheless, he never landed his gaze on

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

on her chair quietly and gently flicked through the documents at her hand

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