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.

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

president’s office, but what was

designers working inside the president’s

heard of such kind of

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

Florence, the corner of his lips

said, “Spill the

a short while. After all, most of

had said so, it

ranks this high were elites, so they

stood straight up and started briefing

with matters on his

despite dealing with two

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

on listening out of boredom, and

executives said, “The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun.

was a nation-wide competition and

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

on the stage was to die for; of course,

qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She

But now…

direct participation; if

those senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That

Qualified?

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

glance at Florence and saw

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

moved,

give her this

could fight for

wanted those three executives to leave as

three of them came simultaneously, which meant that they

school time, where teachers were explaining

she fell asleep immediately,

who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”