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.

three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new desk in Ernest’s

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

designers working inside

had never heard of such

at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to

of his lips slightly going upwards

“Spill the

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

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

on his hand while listening to the reports briefed by the

with two things at the

just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t

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

begun.

years. It was

say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their

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

her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the

But now…

direct participation; if only

these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That

Qualified?

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

quick glance at Florence and

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision;

heart moved, a thread

give her

she could fight for the

executives to leave as

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

couldn’t understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in no

that she fell asleep immediately,

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”