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.

company came in. They were shocked to see

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

were designers working inside

had never heard of such

look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of

through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he

said, “Spill the

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

so, it

up ranks this high

started briefing their reports,

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while

despite dealing with two things at the same

just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t

of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that

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

three years. It was a nation-wide

awarded in this contest would mean that their

to die for; of

had no qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

places for direct participation; if only she

three places; we’ll let those senior

Qualified?

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

quick glance at Florence and saw her with

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president, after

made Florence’s heart moved,

Ernest give

fight

executives to leave

meant that they all had

it was like school time, where teachers were

that she fell asleep immediately, he

who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a

“Keep your voice down.”