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.

and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked

inside the president’s office,

were designers working inside the president’s

never heard of

refused to look at anyone, burying her head

lips slightly

said, “Spill

let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these executives were either confidential or

had said so, it meant that

climb up ranks this high

started briefing their

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his

dealing with two

their main business wasn’t just clothing,

boredom, and suddenly heard

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

Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a place for many

in this contest would mean that their future in designing

to die for; of course, this

for

But now…

direct participation; if only she could

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

Qualified?

she 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 competition after

quick glance at Florence and saw her with a

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

moved, a thread

Ernest give her this

fight

wanted those three executives to leave as

of them came simultaneously, which meant that

couldn’t understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in no

that she fell

glanced at the executives who were speaking spitefully and

“Keep your voice down.”