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.

the company came in. They

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

working inside

never heard of such

burying her head

glanced through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be

“Spill

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

president had said so, it meant that it

to climb up ranks this high were elites, so they probably

started briefing their

with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed by

still organized despite dealing with two things

wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand

listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that

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

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

this contest would mean that their future in designing would be

was to die for; of course, this

newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially

But now…

had three places for direct participation; if only she could

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

Qualified?

design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove

glance at Florence and saw her with

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he

moved, a

give

could fight for

executives to

meant

talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she

fell asleep immediately,

the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”