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.

came in. They were shocked to see a new desk in

common for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but

working inside the

heard of such kind of

her head inside her

his lips slightly going upwards

said, “Spill

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

the president had said so, it meant that

able to climb up ranks this high were elites, so they probably have guessed something

stood straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking any more

with matters on his hand while listening

with two

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

of boredom, and suddenly heard a

already begun. We’re

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

safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest would

the stage was to die for; of course, this

she had no qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the

But now…

three places for direct participation; if

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

Qualified?

to design the president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth

took a quick glance at Florence and saw her

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

these made Florence’s heart moved,

Ernest give her this

fight

executives to leave as soon as

meant that they all had things to

what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in no

fell asleep immediately,

were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”