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

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

when were designers working inside the

heard of such

refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside

the corner of his lips slightly going upwards

said, “Spill

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

had said so, it meant that it

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

started briefing their reports, not asking any

his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to

with two things

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

on listening out of boredom, and

said, “The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re

was a nation-wide competition and

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

the stage was to die for;

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

But now…

places for direct participation; if only she could

we’ll let those senior designers in

Qualified?

yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was not qualified for this

a quick glance at Florence and

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision;

heart moved, a thread

Ernest give her this

could fight

to

simultaneously, which meant that they all had

talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in

that she fell asleep

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”