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.

company came in. They

a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence

designers working inside

had never heard of such

her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to be

his lips slightly going upwards and

said, “Spill the

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

since the president had said so, it meant

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

up and started briefing their reports, not asking

his desk, dealing with matters on his hand

with two

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

listening out of boredom, and suddenly

has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so

Ovi Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a

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

to die for; of

even qualify for

But now…

participation; if only she could get

a bit about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to

Qualified?

yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that

at Florence

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread

give her this

could fight for

executives to leave

came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things

like school time, where

that she fell asleep immediately,

the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”