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

office, but what was uncommon was that Florence

designers working inside the president’s

never heard of such

slightly embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to be

his lips slightly going upwards

“Spill

to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most

president had said so,

up ranks this high were elites, so they probably have guessed something was

briefing

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

despite dealing with two

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

out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

begun. We’re the largest investor this

Design Contest was held once every three years. It was

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

stage was to die for;

even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all hopes for

But now…

participation; if only she

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

Qualified?

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

at Florence

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s decision;

Florence’s heart moved, a thread

Ernest give

could fight

executives to leave as soon as

simultaneously, which meant that they

about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks,

fell

executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”