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.

was opened and three executives from the company came in. They

work inside the president’s office,

were designers working

of such kind

slightly embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed

said, “Spill the

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

so, it meant that it

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

up and started briefing

on his hand

organized despite dealing with

business wasn’t just clothing, so,

kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked

for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun.

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

contest would mean that their future in designing would

stage was to die for; of

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

But now…

three places for direct participation;

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

Qualified?

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

quick glance at Florence and saw her with

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread

Ernest give her

she could fight for the

wanted those three executives to leave

meant

couldn’t understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where

noticed that she fell asleep immediately,

at the executives who were speaking

“Keep your voice down.”