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.

opened and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new desk in

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

were designers working inside

heard of

was slightly embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head

lips slightly

“Spill the

Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the

the president had said so, it meant that

climb up ranks this high were elites, so they

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

on his hand while listening

despite dealing with two things at the same

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

boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked

Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get

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

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

to die for;

qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up

But now…

company had three places for direct participation; if

senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That should

Qualified?

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 and that she was not qualified for this competition after

a quick glance at Florence and saw

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he was the

made Florence’s heart moved,

Ernest give

fight for the

executives to leave as

three of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all

was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in no

she fell asleep immediately, he

glanced at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”