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.

company came in. They were shocked to see a

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

were designers working

of

She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and

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

“Spill

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

said so,

were able to climb up ranks this high were

and started briefing their

with matters on his hand

with two things

company; their main business wasn’t just

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

Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest

Ovi Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide

were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in

the stage was to die for; of course, this included

didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She

But now…

participation; if

we’ll let those senior

Qualified?

that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements

took a quick glance at Florence and saw her with

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

heart moved, a thread

Ernest give her this

could fight

wanted those three executives to leave as soon as

which meant that they all had things to

what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were

that she fell asleep immediately,

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

“Keep your voice down.”