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.

came in. They were shocked to see

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

working

of such kind of

burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending

lips slightly going upwards and he

said, “Spill

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

so, it

to climb up ranks this high were elites, so they probably have

straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking any

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

organized despite dealing with two things at the same

was a first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing,

on listening out of boredom, and suddenly

Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time,

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

this contest would mean that their future

was to die

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

But now…

places for direct participation; if only she could get a

about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in

Qualified?

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 was

a quick glance at Florence

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

executives had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

moved, a thread of

give

she could fight for

to leave as soon as

simultaneously, which meant that they

was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in

that she fell asleep immediately, he

were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a

“Keep your voice down.”