My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Timothy was very efficient. It didn’t take him very long to place 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 accepted 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 too comfortable, “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.

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.

executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new desk in Ernest’s

common for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t a secretary

were designers working inside the

of

She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to be

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly

said, “Spill

while. After all, most of the reports from these executives

had said so, it meant

were able to climb up ranks this high were elites, so

straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking any

with matters on his hand while listening

organized despite dealing with two things at the

company; their main business wasn’t just clothing,

kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three

once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a place

were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would be a bright

was to die for; of course, this

her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

places for direct participation; if only she

let those senior designers in our company to compete for their places.

Qualified?

that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to

took a quick glance at Florence

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s decision;

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope rose

Ernest give her this

fight for

wanted those three executives to

simultaneously, which meant that they all had things

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

noticed that she fell asleep immediately,

at the executives who were speaking

“Keep your voice down.”