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.

in. They were shocked to see

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

when were designers working

heard of such kind

slightly embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending

glanced through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly

“Spill the

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

president had said so, it meant

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

and started briefing their reports, not asking any more

dealing with matters on his

dealing with two

just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what was being

listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places

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

was safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest would

was to die for; of course, this

no qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave

But now…

three places for direct participation; if only she

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

Qualified?

she 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 that she was not qualified for this competition

a quick glance at Florence and saw her

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of

Ernest give

could fight

those three executives to leave as

meant that they all had

couldn’t understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining

fell asleep

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

“Keep your voice down.”