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.

in. They were shocked to

work inside the president’s office, but what

were designers working inside

had never heard of such kind of

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

lips slightly going upwards and he

said, “Spill the

speak up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these executives were either

president had said so, it meant that it was

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

stood straight up and started briefing their

with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed by the

still organized despite dealing with

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

listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

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

three years. It was a nation-wide

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

on the stage was to die for;

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

But now…

for direct participation; if only she could

three places; we’ll let those senior designers in

Qualified?

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

glance at Florence and saw her

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

moved, a thread

give her

she could fight

to leave as soon

which meant that they all had things

school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in no

fell asleep

glanced at the executives who were speaking spitefully

“Keep your voice down.”