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.

came in. They were shocked to see a new desk in Ernest’s

common for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was

designers working inside the president’s

never heard of such

her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to be

corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to

said, “Spill

Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports

president had said so, it meant that

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

up and started briefing their

on his hand while

dealing with two things at

business wasn’t just clothing,

kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard

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

three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a

who were awarded in this contest would mean that their

on the stage was to die

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

But now…

for direct participation; if

senior designers in our

Qualified?

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

Florence and saw her with a sad

deepened as

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of

give her

she could fight

to leave as soon as

three of them came simultaneously, which meant

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

fell

executives who were speaking

“Keep your voice down.”