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.

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

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

when were designers working inside the president’s

never heard of such kind of

her head inside her pile of documents and

lips slightly going upwards and

said, “Spill the

whether to speak up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these

had said so, it meant

high were elites, so they

briefing their reports, not asking any more

matters on his hand

still organized despite dealing with two things at the same

their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of

listening out of boredom, and

already begun. We’re the

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

who were awarded in this contest would

die for; of course, this

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

But now…

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

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

Qualified?

have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was

at Florence and saw her with

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he

Florence’s heart moved, a thread

give her this

fight for

three executives to

came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things

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

fell asleep immediately, he

glanced at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a

“Keep your voice down.”