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

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

working

heard of such

refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her

of his lips

“Spill the

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

so, it meant that it was

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

briefing their reports, not

desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to

was still organized despite dealing with two

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

listening out of boredom, and suddenly

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

held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition

this contest would mean that their future in designing

to die for; of course, this

she had no qualifications; her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all hopes for this

But now…

places for direct participation;

those senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That should

Qualified?

she didn’t have any

Florence

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

Ernest’s decision; he was the

heart moved, a thread of

Ernest give

could fight for

three executives to leave as soon as

came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things to

about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in no

that she fell asleep immediately, he

speaking spitefully and ordered them in

“Keep your voice down.”