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

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

when were designers working

never heard of such kind

her head inside her pile of documents

the corner of his lips slightly going upwards

“Spill

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

president had said so, it meant that

up ranks this high were elites, so

and started briefing their reports, not asking any

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

was still organized despite dealing with two things

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

boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked

begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places

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

contest would mean that their future in

die for; of course,

no qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions.

But now…

direct participation;

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

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

glance at Florence and saw her

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

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

made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope

give her this

could fight for the

three executives to leave as soon as

of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had

was like school time, where teachers

that she fell asleep immediately, he

the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a

“Keep your voice down.”