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.

executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new desk

president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t a secretary

when were designers working inside the

had never heard of such kind

embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside

of his lips slightly going

said, “Spill

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

president had said so, it meant that it

to climb up ranks this high

just stood straight up and started briefing their reports, not

sat behind his desk, dealing with matters on his

despite dealing with two things

their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t

listening out of boredom, and suddenly

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

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

say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in

the stage was to die

newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions.

But now…

for direct participation; if only she could get

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

Qualified?

qualified to design the president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove

quick glance at Florence and

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was

made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope rose

Ernest give her this

she could fight for

three executives to leave as

meant that they all had

were talking about; it was like school time,

noticed that she fell asleep immediately,

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”