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

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

were designers working inside

had never heard of

look at anyone, burying her head inside her

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

said, “Spill

hesitated whether to speak up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of

since the president had said so,

this high were

briefing their reports, not asking

matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed

was still organized despite dealing with

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

boredom, and suddenly

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

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

were awarded in this contest would mean that their

stage was to die for; of course, this included

qualify for the junior auditions. She

But now…

company had three places for direct participation; if only she

senior designers

Qualified?

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

took a quick glance at Florence and

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

executives had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president, after

moved, a thread

Ernest give

fight

those three executives to

of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things to

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

noticed that she fell

were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”