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 were shocked to see a

to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t

were designers working inside the

never heard of such kind of

burying her head inside her pile of documents and

corner of his lips slightly going upwards and

said, “Spill

After all, most of the reports from these executives were either confidential or

said so, it meant that

high were elites, so they

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

his

with two things at

business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most

on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a

“The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor

Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a place for many talented designers

that those who were awarded in this contest

the stage was to die for; of course,

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

But now…

direct participation; if only she could get

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

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

quick glance at Florence

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was the president, after

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of

Ernest give her this

fight

wanted those three executives to leave

which meant

what they were talking about; it was like school time,

fell asleep

the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”