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.

executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new desk in Ernest’s

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

designers working inside the president’s

never heard of such kind of

burying her head inside her pile

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he

“Spill the

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

the president had said so, it meant

high

and started briefing their reports, not asking any more

his

still organized despite dealing with

their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence

out of boredom, and suddenly

begun. We’re the largest

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

safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest

the stage was to die for; of course,

for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all hopes

But now…

participation;

senior designers

Qualified?

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

a quick glance at Florence and saw

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was the

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope

Ernest give

fight for the

executives to leave

simultaneously, which meant that they

school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in

that she fell

executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”