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

was common for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t

working inside the

heard of such kind

at anyone, burying her

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards

said, “Spill the

while. After all,

said so, it meant

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

briefing their reports, not asking any

his desk, dealing with matters on his hand

despite dealing with two things at

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

and suddenly heard a topic that spiked her

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

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

awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would

the stage was to die for; of

qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She

But now…

had three places for direct participation;

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

Qualified?

yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she

a quick glance at Florence and saw her

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he

heart moved, a thread of hope

Ernest give

she could fight for the

wanted those three executives to leave as

them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things

it was like school time, where teachers

fell asleep

glanced at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”