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.

three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new desk in

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

when were designers working inside the president’s

never heard of such

embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and

corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be

“Spill the

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

since the president had said so, it meant that it was

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

briefing their reports,

on his hand while

was still organized despite dealing with two things at

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

on listening out of boredom, and

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

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

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

the stage was to die for; of

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

But now…

three places for direct participation; if only she

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

Qualified?

she was qualified to design the president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications

Florence and saw her with a

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s

made Florence’s heart moved, a thread

Ernest give her this

could fight for the

to

three of them came simultaneously, which meant that they

like school time, where

she fell

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”