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 shocked to see a new desk in

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

working inside

had never heard of such

her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to be

lips slightly going upwards

said, “Spill

while. After all, most of the reports

since the president had said so,

this high were elites,

straight up and started briefing

on his hand while listening to the reports briefed by

was still organized despite dealing with two things at the

business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence

of boredom, and suddenly heard a

“The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places for the

was a nation-wide competition and a place for many

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

to die for; of course, this

newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions.

But now…

company had three places for direct participation; if only she could get

let those senior designers in

Qualified?

meant that she didn’t have any qualifications

a quick glance at Florence and saw her with a

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

executives had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of

Ernest give her this

fight for the

three executives to leave as

simultaneously, which meant that they all had

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

she fell

executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”