Chapter 17: Sense of Distance


    When Flores was about to clock in after arriving at thepany, 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 toe across Ernest in thepany. Nheless,


    she didn’t pay attention to the time and waste for 10 minutes!


    Oh gosh!


    She had an important meeting today and all staff of thepany 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 amodate 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 beingte.”


    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 waste under everyone’s nose.


    Ernest was sitting there gracefully and was exuding a noble and aloof aura.


    He said ndly without even throwing a nce 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 upied 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,e 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 exnation.


    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 concisements of their reports from time to


    time. He was really decisive, imposing, overbearing and mesmerizing.


    All the women present were all staring at him like fan girls at the moment, wishing so much that they


    could screw up with him and marry him.


    Ernest keyed some words with his slender fingers after hearing the reports, and then casually looked


    up to cast a nce at the direction of the area of the design department.


    He nced around and finallynded his gaze on Madison.


    “You are the director of the design department?”


    “Yes, president. I’m Madison Stewart, the director of the design department.”


    Madison was a capable and experienced elite and was always in a ck business suit with decent


    make-up. She could deal with various kinds of matters, big or small,posedly.


    Nevertheless, she felt a bit nervous in the face of Ernest.


    “I will do a report on behalf of the design department. Our department…”


    When talking about her profession, Madison became more and more fluent, rxed and natural.


    When hearing to the report, Ernest keyed some words on hisptop and raised his head to look at


    Madison from time to time. Nheless, he nevernded his gaze on Florence.


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


    present.


    Florence sat on her chair quietly and gently flicked through the documents at her hand as she simply


    regarded it as an important and serious meeting.


    “President, I’ve finished my report. There’s another matter which is about the design of your


    customized clothes. As your designer is Florence Fraser and she’s a rookie yet outstanding designer.


    She doesn’t have her own assistant and we should select one for her. As she is going to design attire


    for you, naturally her assistant should be a prominent one. Do you have any requirements? If so, we


    will select the assistant ording to your requirements.”


    When Madison was speaking, she tugged Florence’s hand secretly, gesturing her to stand up.


    All attendees in the meeting hall were sitting in their own chairs and Florence became quite


    conspicuous when she stood up.


    The attendees all looked over Florence again; however, their gazes were quite different from before.


    Knowing that she was the first ce winner of thepetition, they bred some respects towards her.


    In this way, it was safe to say that Florence had been in the limelight and became somehow famous in


    thepany.


    Nevertheless, Ernest didn’t even look up now and was simply fixing his eyes on the screen of the


    laptop.


    He said nonchntly, “Arrange it yourself.”


    Florence felt a bit unustomed to Ernest’s nonchnt look.


    It seemed that he nevernded his gaze on her ever since she entered the meeting hall. Even if she


    was in the limelight at present, he was still not looking at her, as if he was neglecting her deliberately.


    He didn’t want to talk to her?


    After the meeting, the other attendees also left the hall after Ernest’s departure.


    Florence headed towards the door following the crowd. When she walked out of the door, she found


    Ernest had already gone far and she could only see his leaving back on the long corridor from a


    distance.


    He looked tall, slender and straight and noble and perfect as well. But he appeared to be more aloof


    and colder at the moment, giving her a feeling that he was someone whom she couldn’t reach.


    Florence, who was in the morous crowd, felt like she and Ernest were from two different worlds.


    She ineffably had a feeling that except the social engagements that she had to attend to as Ernest’s


    fiancée, she and Ernest would not have any other interactions.


    This was good.