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.

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

office, but what was uncommon was that

when were designers working inside

never heard of

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

the corner of his lips

said, “Spill the

let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these

president had said so,

up ranks this high were

straight up and started briefing their reports,

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while

with two things at

first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what was being

out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

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

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

this contest would mean that their future in designing

to die for; of course, this included

newcomer status didn’t even qualify for

But now…

three places for direct participation; if

we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for

Qualified?

yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was not qualified for this

a quick glance at Florence

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

Florence’s heart moved,

give her this

she could fight

those three executives to leave

which meant

about; it was like school time, where teachers

fell

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

“Keep your voice down.”