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

inside the president’s office,

designers working inside the

heard of such

her head inside her

the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to

“Spill

a short while. After all, most of the reports from these executives

president had said so, it meant

were able to climb up ranks this high were

just stood straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking

on his hand while

dealing with

just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most

of boredom, and

begun.

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

say that those who were awarded in this contest would

die for; of course, this included

qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all hopes

But now…

places for direct participation; if only

senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That

Qualified?

design the president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any

at Florence and saw her with

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the

moved, a thread of

Ernest give her this

could fight

to

simultaneously, which meant that they all

school

noticed that she fell asleep immediately, he

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in

“Keep your voice down.”