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.

in. They were shocked to see a new desk in

inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence

were designers working

heard of

burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to

“Spill

for a short while. After all, most of the

so,

climb up ranks this high were elites, so

just stood straight up and started briefing their reports,

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

dealing with two things at the

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

boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked her

Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun.

years. It was a nation-wide competition and a

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

the stage was to die for; of course,

had no qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the

But now…

participation; if only she could

let those senior designers in our company to compete for

Qualified?

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

glance at Florence and saw her with a

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he

these made Florence’s heart moved,

Ernest give her

she could fight

executives to leave as soon as

of them came simultaneously, which meant that

about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining

she fell

at the executives who were speaking

“Keep your voice down.”