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.

door 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 was uncommon

were designers working inside the

heard of such

refused to look at anyone, burying her

the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be

“Spill

After all, most of

since the president had said so, it meant that it was

who were able to climb up ranks this high were

just stood straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking

his hand while listening to the reports briefed

dealing with two things at the same

a first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing,

of boredom, and suddenly heard a

for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun.

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

contest would mean that their future

on the stage was to die for; of course, this

didn’t even qualify for the junior

But now…

company had three places for direct participation;

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

Qualified?

didn’t have any qualifications or achievements

quick glance at Florence

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he

made Florence’s heart moved, a

give her this

fight for the

executives to leave as soon

came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things

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

that she fell asleep

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”