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.

was opened and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to

office, but what was

working

of such kind

She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside

glanced through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to

“Spill the

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

the president had said so, it meant that it was

were able to climb up ranks this high were elites,

straight up and started briefing their

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

still organized despite dealing with two things at the

main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most

out of boredom, and suddenly heard

begun.

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

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

was to die

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

But now…

three places for direct participation;

let those senior designers in our company to compete for their

Qualified?

yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or

Florence and saw her with a

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

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

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of

Ernest give her this

fight

to leave as soon

of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all

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

noticed that she fell asleep

the executives who were speaking

“Keep your voice down.”