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.

from the company came in. They were shocked

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

working inside the

of such kind of

She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside

lips slightly going upwards and

“Spill

leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from

so, it meant that

were able to climb up ranks this high were elites,

and started briefing their reports,

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while

despite dealing with two things at the same

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

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

Contest has already begun. We’re the

was a nation-wide competition and

that those who were awarded in this contest would mean

was to die for; of course,

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

But now…

for direct participation; if only she could get

bit about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to

Qualified?

meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was not qualified for this

quick glance at Florence and saw

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope

Ernest give her

could fight

executives to

came simultaneously, which meant that

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

fell asleep

the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a

“Keep your voice down.”