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.

came in. They were shocked to see a new

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

when were designers working inside

never heard of such kind of

refused to look at anyone, burying her

of his lips slightly

said, “Spill

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

the president had said so,

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

straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to the reports

still organized despite dealing with

their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most

kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a

said, “The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places for

was a

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

to die for; of

qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the

But now…

participation; if only she could get

senior designers in our company to

Qualified?

anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was not qualified

Florence and saw her with

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision;

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope

Ernest give her this

fight

executives to

of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all

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

noticed that she fell

speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”