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.

the company came in. They were shocked to see a

office, but what

designers working inside the president’s

heard of such kind

She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents

of his lips

“Spill the

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

president had said so, it meant that

high were elites, so they

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

desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed by the

despite dealing with two things at

first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what

kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked her

the executives said, “The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places

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

this contest would mean that their future in designing would be

was to die

even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

direct participation; if only she could get

senior designers in our company to compete for their

Qualified?

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

glance at Florence and saw her with a sad

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

heart moved, a

give her

could fight for the

those three executives to leave as soon as

them came simultaneously, which meant that they all

it was like school time,

that she fell asleep immediately,

speaking

“Keep your voice down.”