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.

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

the president’s office, but what was

were designers working inside the

heard of

look at anyone, burying her head inside her

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

“Spill the

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

president had said so, it meant that

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

and started briefing their reports, not

his hand while listening

with

wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what

boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked her

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

once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a place for many talented

was safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing

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

qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

had three places for direct participation; if only she could

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

Qualified?

she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that

glance at Florence and saw her with

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

made Florence’s heart moved, a thread

give her

fight for

to leave as soon

which meant that

school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in

noticed that she fell asleep

were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”