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 see a new desk in

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

designers working inside the

had never heard of such kind

her head inside her pile

of his lips

“Spill

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

the president had said so, it meant that it was

this high were elites, so they

started briefing their reports,

sat behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening

dealing with two things at the

company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence

kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we

was a nation-wide

this contest would

the stage was to die for; of course, this

qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

company had three places for direct participation; if only she

let those senior designers in our company to

Qualified?

was qualified to design the 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 qualified for this competition after

took a quick glance at Florence and saw

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he was

moved, a thread

give her

she could fight for the

three executives to leave

came simultaneously, which meant that they all

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

she fell asleep immediately, he

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and

“Keep your voice down.”