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.

door was opened and three executives from the company came in. They

was common for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was

when were designers working inside

heard of

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

his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to

“Spill the

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

said so,

ranks this high were elites, so

and started briefing their

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his

dealing with two

their main business wasn’t just clothing, so,

out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places for the

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

were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would be

stage was to die for; of course,

status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all hopes for

But now…

direct participation;

those senior designers in our company to

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 her worth and that she

Florence and saw her with a sad

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of

Ernest give her

could fight

wanted those three executives to leave as soon as

meant

it was like school time, where teachers were

that she fell

the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”