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.

door was opened and three executives from the company came in.

the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t

designers working inside the

never heard of such

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

lips slightly

“Spill the

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

president had said so, it meant that it

this high were elites, so they

stood straight up and started briefing

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

with two things at the

wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what was being

of boredom, and suddenly heard a

Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor

was a nation-wide competition and a

to say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that

on the stage was to die for; of course,

qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

places for direct participation; if only she could get a

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

Qualified?

that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was not

glance at Florence and saw her with

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

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

moved, a thread of hope

Ernest give

she could fight for the

those three executives to leave as

came simultaneously, which meant that they all

they were talking about; it was like school time, where

she fell asleep

speaking

“Keep your voice down.”