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

work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon

when were designers working

of

her head inside her pile of documents and

corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed

said, “Spill

After all, most

the president had said so, it meant that it was

high were elites, so they probably have

stood straight up and started briefing their reports,

matters on his hand while

organized despite dealing with two things at the same

just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand

of boredom, and suddenly

begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places for

was a nation-wide competition and a place for

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

was to die for; of

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

But now…

places for direct participation; if only she could get a

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

Qualified?

which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she

took a quick glance at Florence and

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the

made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope rose

give her this

she could fight for the

those three executives to leave

of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had

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

noticed that she fell

executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”