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

inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t a

were designers working inside the president’s

heard of such kind

burying her head inside her pile of documents

of his lips slightly going upwards and he

“Spill the

leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from

so, it meant that it was

able to climb up ranks this high

started briefing their reports,

with matters on his hand while listening to the reports

dealing with two things at

business wasn’t just

out of boredom, and

begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we

was a nation-wide competition and a place for many talented designers to

say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean

was to die for; of

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

But now…

participation; if only she could get

three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to

Qualified?

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

at Florence and saw her

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

moved, a thread of hope

give her this

could fight for

three executives to leave

meant that they

understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks,

fell

executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in

“Keep your voice down.”