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.

from the company came in. They were shocked to

president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t a secretary at

working inside the

had never heard of such

look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and

his lips slightly going upwards and he

said, “Spill

a short while. After

so, it meant

were able to climb up ranks this high were

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

desk, dealing with matters on his hand while

despite dealing with two

business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t

kept on listening out of boredom, and

already begun. We’re the largest

Ovi Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a

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

was to die

for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all hopes

But now…

direct participation; if only she could get a

places; we’ll let those senior designers

Qualified?

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

at Florence and saw

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he

Florence’s heart moved, a

Ernest give her

she could fight for

those three executives to

which meant

talking about; it was like school time, where

fell asleep immediately,

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in

“Keep your voice down.”