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.

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

was common for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence

were designers working inside the

had never heard of

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

the corner of his lips

said, “Spill

up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of

since the president had said so, it meant that

ranks this high were elites,

and started briefing their reports,

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

organized despite dealing with two things

wasn’t just clothing,

boredom, and

of the executives said, “The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun.

once every three years. It was a nation-wide

this contest would mean that their future in designing

stage was to die for; of course, this

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

But now…

for direct participation; if only she could get

those senior designers

Qualified?

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

took a quick glance at Florence and saw her with a

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

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

moved, a thread of hope rose

give

she could fight for the

wanted those three executives to leave as soon

them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things

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

she fell asleep immediately,

glanced at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in

“Keep your voice down.”