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.

was opened and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a

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

working

had never heard of such

to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and

of his lips slightly

said, “Spill

leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these executives were either confidential

said so, it meant that it was

ranks this high were

straight up and started briefing their reports,

his desk, dealing with matters on his hand

still organized despite dealing with two things at the same

main business wasn’t just

of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

already begun.

Ovi Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a place for

this contest would mean that their future

to die for;

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

But now…

for direct participation; if only she

we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That should

Qualified?

didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and

quick glance at Florence and saw her with

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

executives had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he

moved, a thread of hope rose

give

she could fight

those three executives to leave as soon as

meant that they all

school time, where

she fell asleep immediately, he

executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a

“Keep your voice down.”