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

were designers working

had never heard of such kind of

her head inside her pile of documents and

Florence, the corner of his lips

“Spill the

After all, most of the reports from these executives were either confidential or important.

had said so, it meant that

up ranks this high were elites, so they

briefing their reports, not asking

his

still organized despite dealing with two

business wasn’t just

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

for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so

years. It was a nation-wide competition and

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

to die for; of course, this

didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

places for direct participation; if

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

Qualified?

she didn’t have any qualifications

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

moved,

Ernest give

she could fight for the

three executives to leave as soon

which meant that they all had things to

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

noticed that she fell

executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”