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.

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

for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t a secretary

designers working

had never heard of such

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

lips slightly going upwards and he seemed

said, “Spill the

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

high were elites, so they

straight up and started briefing their reports,

on his hand while listening

still organized despite dealing with

company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so,

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

has already begun. We’re

Ovi Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a

were awarded in this contest would mean that

stage was to die for; of course, this

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

But now…

company had three places for direct participation; if

let those senior designers in our company to compete for their

Qualified?

she was 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

at Florence and

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision;

made Florence’s heart moved, a

give her

could fight for

to leave

of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things to

school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she

noticed that she fell

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”