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.

company came in. They were

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

working inside the president’s

never heard of

look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to

through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and

said, “Spill the

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

had said so,

climb up ranks this high were elites, so they probably have guessed something was

up and started briefing their reports, not asking any

on his hand while listening to the reports briefed by the

organized despite dealing with two things at

business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what

and suddenly heard

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

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

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

the stage was to die for; of

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

But now…

for direct participation;

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

Qualified?

which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove

Florence and saw her with a sad

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread

Ernest give her this

could fight for

to

them came simultaneously, which meant

couldn’t understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she

that she fell

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in

“Keep your voice down.”