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 Ernest’s

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

designers working inside the

of such kind

anyone, burying her

corner of his lips slightly

said, “Spill the

let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most

the president had said so, it meant that

high were

briefing their reports, not asking any more

his hand

organized despite dealing with two

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

kept on listening out of boredom, and

Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three

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

was safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would be a bright

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

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

But now…

three places for direct participation; if only

senior designers in our

Qualified?

design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth

at Florence and saw her with

gaze deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president, after

heart moved, a thread of hope

give her

could fight for

three executives to leave as

came simultaneously, which meant

school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she

that she fell asleep

at the executives who were speaking

“Keep your voice down.”