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.

was opened and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to

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

when were designers working

had never heard of such kind

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

his lips

said, “Spill

speak up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these

president had said so,

this high were elites,

started briefing their reports,

matters on his hand while listening to the reports

was still organized despite dealing with two

main business wasn’t just clothing, so,

out of boredom, and suddenly heard

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

every three years. It was a nation-wide competition

that those who were awarded in this contest would mean

on the stage was to die for; of course, this

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

But now…

for direct participation; if

about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for

Qualified?

didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was not qualified for this

Florence and saw her with

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

Florence’s heart moved, a

Ernest give her this

fight for

executives to leave as soon

which meant that they all had

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

she fell asleep

executives who were speaking spitefully and

“Keep your voice down.”