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

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

all the seats for the design department were occupied and only the

to seat beside the director as that position

stood there, not knowing what to do at

Where should she sit?

“Florence, come here.”

called her name in a low voice while pointing at the seat beside

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

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

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

sat down after hesitating for

man 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

all staring at him like fan girls at the moment,

fingers after hearing the reports, and then casually looked up

around and finally

the director

Madison Stewart, the

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

she felt a bit nervous in the

behalf of the design

profession, Madison became more and more fluent,

on his laptop and raised his head to look at Madison from

as if he hadn’t seen her like she

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

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