Chapter 27: Invisible Gentleness


    Timothy was very efficient. It didn’t take him very long to ce a brand new set of tables, chairs and


    benches in the office.


    He also brought some of Florence’s work documents from the design department.


    He asked politely, “Ms. Fraser, if there’s anything else you need, I’ll help you take them.”


    Florence was confused about whose assistant Timothy was based on his dedicated attitude.


    Reluctantly taking the documents, she finally epted her fate.


    “That’s it, thank you.”


    “I’ll leave you then, you can call me if you need anything.”


    Timothy nodded towards Florence then left the room, closing the door behind him.


    Ernest and Florence were the only two left in the room once again.


    This time, it was different; she wasn’t here to report for duty, somehow she had to stay here for work.


    Florence wasn’t feeling toofortable, “Mr. Hawkins, I’m going to start my work.”


    She sat down at her new office desk, rummaging through her documents hastily.


    She looked serious, but deep inside, she was in a mess; she couldn’t calm down.


    Ernest was slightly upset because he saw how uneasy Florence was in her new work environment.


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    Florence was still cautious whenever around Ernest.


    Only in this way could she gradually get used to getting along with him.


    “Knock, knock, knock.”


    There were knocking noises outside the office.


    Florence, who had been busy working, raised her head immediately and looked at Ernest, her eyes


    slightly shimmering.


    “Someone’s looking for you, should I leave first?”


    “No need.”


    Ernest simply rejected Florence’s question.


    The door was opened and three executives from thepany came in. They were shocked to see a


    new desk in Ernest’s office.


    It wasmon for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was umon was that


    Florence wasn’t a secretary at all.


    Since when were designers working inside the president’s office?


    They had never heard of such kind of thing.


    Florence was slightly embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of


    documents and pretending to be productive.


    Ernest nced through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be


    happy.


    He said, “Spill the beans.”


    They hesitated whether to speak up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports


    from these executives were either confidential or important.


    But since the president had said so, it meant that it was unnecessary.


    Those who were able to climb up ranks this high were elites, so they probably have guessed something


    was fishy.


    They just stood straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking any more questions.


    Ernest sat behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed by the


    executives.


    He was still organized despite dealing with two things at the same time.


    Thepany was a first-sspany; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t


    understand most of what was being discussed.


    She kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked her interest.


    One of the executives said, “The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re


    thergest investor this time, so we get three ces for the semi-finals.”


    The Ovi Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-widepetition


    and a ce for many talented designers topete.


    It was safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in


    designing would be a bright one.


    Getting on the stage was to die for; of course, this included Florence.


    But she had no qualifications; her neer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She


    initially gave up all hopes for this contest.


    But now…


    Thepany had three ces for direct participation; if only she could get a spot.


    “We’ve discussed a bit about these three ces; we’ll let those senior designers in ourpany to


    compete for their ces. That should work.”


    Qualified?


    Although she was qualified to design the president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant


    that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was not


    qualified for thispetition after all.


    Ernest took a quick nce at Florence and saw her with a sad face.


    His gaze deepened as he spoke.


    “I’ll choose the participants.”


    “Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”


    The executives had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president, after all.


    Hearing these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope rose again.


    Would Ernest give her this chance?


    Maybe she could fight for the chance.


    Florence wanted those three executives to leave as soon as possible.


    But three of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things to report.


    Florence couldn’t understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers


    were exining textbooks, she fell asleep in no time.


    Ernest noticed that she fell asleep immediately, he smiled.


    He nced at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low voice.


    “Keep your voice down.”


    The executives froze for a moment, feeling puzzled; he had been talking for quite a while now with the


    same tone.


    Despite being puzzled, he immediately toned down his voice.


    Ernest told them to speed up their reporting and had them leave.


    He stood up and walked towards Florence’s desk.


    She slepttest night and got up early today, so she was sleeping soundly now.


    But it seemed like she wasn’t sleeping toofortable, she kept changing her position while sleeping.


    She also left a mark on her face for lying her head down on the table.


    Ernest pursed his lips, reached out his arms, gently picked up Florence, walked into the lounge, and


    ced her down on a bed.


    He bent down and covered her with a thin nket.


    His actions were natural as if it was normal for him, but if Timothy saw this, he would be very shocked.


    Since when did the mighty Ernest ever offer to cover someone with a nket?


    Florence slept well,fortably. She even had a good dream, smiling when she woke up.


    But when she saw her surrounding, she froze.


    Where was this? Why was she sleeping here?


    She got off the bed, opened the door and saw the familiar office, where an elegant man sat in front of


    the desk.


    Ernest looked up when he heard something, looking at her.


    His voice was low and somewhat sexy, “You’re awake?”


    “Yea.”


    Florence’s cheeks were slightly red, she realized she had fallen asleep on the desk, and Ernest carried


    her to the lounge.


    She walked towards her own desk awkwardly and noticed the clock on the wall.


    It was half an hour past leaving time.


    She felt embarrassed immediately. What kind of staff would sleep in front of the boss until the end of


    the day?


    She awkwardly packed up her stuff, “I’ll… I’ll leave.”


    She was far too embarrassed to stay, so she left instantly.


    Seeing Florence running away hurriedly, Ernest smiled shallowly.


    Only then did he put down his work, stood up and prepared to leave.