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 see a new desk in

to work inside the president’s office, but what

when were designers working

of such kind

embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her

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

“Spill

a short while. After all, most

had said so,

high were elites, so they

straight up and started briefing their

his hand

dealing with

wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence

boredom, and

said, “The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the

Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was

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

to die for;

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

But now…

had three places for direct participation; if only she could

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

Qualified?

qualified to design 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 she was not

quick glance at Florence and saw

gaze deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

moved, a thread of

Ernest give her this

could fight for the

those three executives to

came simultaneously, which meant that they all

like school time,

she fell asleep immediately, he

speaking spitefully and ordered them in a low

“Keep your voice down.”