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.

executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new desk

to work inside the president’s office, but what

when were designers working

never heard of such

refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile

the corner of his lips slightly going upwards

“Spill the

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

since the president had said so,

able to climb up ranks this high were elites, so they

and started briefing

on his hand while listening

still organized despite dealing with two things at

wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what was

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

has already begun. We’re the

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

this contest would

was to die

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

But now…

three places for direct participation; if only

let those senior designers in our company to compete for their

Qualified?

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

a quick glance at Florence

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

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

heart moved, a thread

give her

she could fight for

wanted those three executives to leave as soon

which meant

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

she fell asleep

the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”