My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 17

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.

Florence was stunned for a while and a weird feeling inexplicitly crept up onto her. She then walked in at a rapid pace with the documents in her arms.

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

Nevertheless, all the seats for the design department were occupied and only the seat beside Madison was vacant.

Generally speaking, only the most senior designer was qualified to seat beside the director as that position was a symbol of one’s status and meant that he/she would have a voice in some matters.

Florence stood there, not knowing what to do at the moment.

Where should she sit?

“Florence, come here.”

Right at this moment, Madison called her name in a low voice while pointing at the seat beside hers, “Sit here.”

Florence walked over stooping and said, “Director, I’m just a rookie, can I sit here?”

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

Florence understood what she meant, but she 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 focus of today’s meeting.

She finally sat down after hesitating for a short while.

She then looked up at the 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 time. He was really decisive, imposing, overbearing and mesmerizing.