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

to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was

working inside the president’s

had never heard of such kind of

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

through Florence, the corner of his lips

said, “Spill the

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

so, it

ranks this high were elites,

started briefing their

matters on his hand while listening to the

was still organized despite dealing with

wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most

listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that

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

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

that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their

die for; of

status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all hopes for

But now…

for direct participation; if only she

these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our

Qualified?

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

Florence and saw

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was the

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of

Ernest give

could fight for

wanted those three executives to leave as

meant that they all

like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep

that she fell

who were speaking

“Keep your voice down.”