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.

the company came in. They were shocked to

inside the president’s office, but

when were designers working inside the

of such kind

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

through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly

“Spill

while. After all, most of the reports from

the president had said so, it

up ranks this high were elites, so they probably have

stood straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking any

sat behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while

dealing with two things at the

a first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing,

and suddenly heard

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

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

was safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest

the stage was to die for; of course,

she had no qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave

But now…

places for direct participation; if only she could get

bit about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for their places.

Qualified?

president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth

Florence and saw her with a sad

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s

moved, a thread

give her

fight for

three executives to leave as soon

came simultaneously, which meant that they all

understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in

she fell asleep

who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”