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

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

designers working

heard of such

burying her head inside her pile of documents

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

“Spill

short while. After all, most of the reports from these executives were either confidential

had said so, it meant that

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

and started briefing their reports, not asking any

his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to

despite dealing with two

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

kept on listening out of boredom, and

investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places for the

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

were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in

on the stage was to die

qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave

But now…

company had three places for direct participation; if only she

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

Qualified?

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

a quick glance at Florence and saw her with a sad

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s

moved,

give

could fight for

three executives to leave as soon as

them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had

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

she fell asleep immediately, he

executives who were speaking spitefully

“Keep your voice down.”