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.

came in. They were

for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t

were designers working inside

of

anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to

the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be

“Spill

After all, most of the reports

the president had said so,

high were elites, so

stood straight up and started briefing

his hand while

still organized despite dealing with two things

just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t

out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

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

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

to say that those who were awarded in this contest

on the stage was to die for; of course, this

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

But now…

company had three places for direct participation;

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

Qualified?

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

at Florence and

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision;

heart moved, a

Ernest give her

could fight

three executives to leave as soon as

three of them came simultaneously, which meant that they

it was like school time, where teachers were explaining

she fell asleep

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”