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.

and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see

to work inside the president’s office, but what was

designers working inside the

of such kind

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

corner of his lips slightly

“Spill

Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of

had said so, it meant that it was

who were able to climb up ranks this high were elites,

and started briefing their reports, not asking any

matters on his hand while listening to

was still organized despite dealing with two things

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

boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that

for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three

every three years. It was a nation-wide competition

those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would be a bright

die for; of course,

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

But now…

participation; if only

places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to

Qualified?

design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any

at Florence and saw her

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

these made Florence’s heart moved, a

Ernest give

fight for the

to leave

them came simultaneously, which meant that they all

about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining

that she fell asleep

who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”