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.

in. They were

a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was

designers working inside the president’s

had never heard of such kind

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

his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be

“Spill

up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these executives were either confidential or

said so, it

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

and started briefing their reports, not asking any more

his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed

still organized despite dealing with

just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what was being

and suddenly heard a topic that spiked

Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re

was

say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in

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

even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially

But now…

for direct participation; if

we’ll let those senior

Qualified?

that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to

took a quick glance at Florence and saw her with a

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope rose

Ernest give her this

she could fight for

three executives to leave as soon as

which meant that they all

talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell

that she fell asleep immediately, he

were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”