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

secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon

designers working inside the president’s

heard of such

embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her

his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to

“Spill the

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

since the president had said so, it meant that it

up ranks this high were elites,

straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking any more

matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed

despite dealing with two

was a first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand

and suddenly heard a

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

Ovi Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a place for many talented designers

this contest would mean that their future in designing

on the stage was to die for;

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

But now…

direct participation; if only she could get a

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

Qualified?

was 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 qualified for this

took a quick glance at Florence and saw her with a

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

moved, a

Ernest give her

could fight for the

executives to leave as

simultaneously, which meant that

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

she fell asleep immediately, he

speaking spitefully and ordered them in

“Keep your voice down.”