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.

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

president’s office, but what was uncommon was that

working

of such kind

anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to be

lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be

said, “Spill

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

so, it

ranks this high were elites, so they

started briefing

with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed

with two things at

company was a first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what

on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked her

Contest has already begun. We’re the

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

to say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would be a bright

was to die

qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up

But now…

had three places for direct participation;

a bit about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for their

Qualified?

president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was not

took a quick glance at Florence and saw her

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was the president, after

moved, a thread of hope rose

give

she could fight for

executives to leave as

which meant

were talking about; it was like school time, where

fell asleep immediately,

at the executives who were speaking spitefully

“Keep your voice down.”