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.

opened and three executives from the company came in. They

to work inside the president’s office,

working inside the

of

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

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and

said, “Spill the

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

so,

this high

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

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

despite dealing with two things at the same

business wasn’t just clothing,

of boredom, and

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

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

safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would

stage was to die for; of course, this

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

But now…

direct participation; if only she

senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That

Qualified?

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 not

at Florence and saw

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

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

heart moved, a thread

give her

she could fight for the

executives to leave as soon as

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

what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks,

she fell asleep immediately, he

speaking spitefully and ordered them in a

“Keep your voice down.”