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.

in. They were shocked

inside the president’s office, but what was

working inside the president’s

heard of such

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

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

said, “Spill

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

president had said so, it meant that

who were able to climb up ranks this high were

started briefing their reports, not

desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening

was still organized despite dealing with two things at the same

business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence

out of boredom, and suddenly

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

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

awarded in this contest would mean that their future in

to die for; of

her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave

But now…

had three places for direct participation; if only she could get

let those senior

Qualified?

have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she

quick glance at Florence and saw her with

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

executives had no opinion for Ernest’s decision;

moved, a thread of

Ernest give her

she could fight for

wanted those three executives to leave as soon as

which meant

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

fell asleep immediately,

the executives who were speaking spitefully and

“Keep your voice down.”