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.

door was opened and three executives from the company came in. They were

secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was

were designers working

of such kind

to look at anyone, burying her head inside her

the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and

said, “Spill the

a short while. After all,

so, it meant that

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

stood straight up and started briefing

on his hand while listening

dealing with

was a first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t

listening out of boredom, and suddenly

begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we

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

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

to die

qualify for the junior

But now…

participation; if only she could get

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

Qualified?

was qualified to design the president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and

at Florence and saw her

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s

Florence’s heart moved, a thread

give her this

fight for the

three executives to leave as soon as

came simultaneously, which meant that

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

noticed that she fell

the executives who were speaking spitefully

“Keep your voice down.”