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.

was opened and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new

work inside the president’s office, but what was

designers working inside the

had never heard of

look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile

through Florence, the corner of his lips

said, “Spill the

up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the

said so, it

who were able to climb up ranks this high were elites, so they

and started briefing their reports, not

his

with two

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

and suddenly heard a topic

Contest has already begun. We’re the

was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a place for many talented designers to

to say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean

was to die for; of

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

But now…

participation; if only

we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for their places.

Qualified?

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

a quick glance at Florence and saw her with a

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

moved, a thread of

give her

fight for the

wanted those three executives to

them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had

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

noticed that she fell asleep

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

“Keep your voice down.”