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.

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

inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that

designers working

had never heard of such kind of

slightly embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly

“Spill the

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

the president had said so, it meant that it was

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

straight up and started briefing their

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed

was still organized despite dealing with two

was a first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so,

on listening out of boredom, and suddenly

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

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

that those who were awarded in this contest would mean

on the stage was to die for; of

for the junior auditions. She initially

But now…

participation; if only she could get

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

Qualified?

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

took a quick glance at Florence and

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread

give

she could fight for

wanted those three executives to

which meant that they

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

she fell asleep

who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”