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

office, but

were designers working

never heard of such

to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly

“Spill the

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

said so,

high were elites, so they

started briefing their reports, not

desk, dealing with matters on his

still organized despite dealing with two things at

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

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

already begun. We’re

once every three years. It was a

those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future

was to die for; of course, this included

status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

places for direct participation; if only

a bit about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for their places.

Qualified?

didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her

a quick glance at Florence and saw her with

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

heart moved, a

give her this

could fight for the

those three executives to leave as soon as

them came simultaneously, which meant that they

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

noticed that she fell asleep immediately, he

at the executives who were speaking spitefully

“Keep your voice down.”