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.

executives from the company came in.

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

designers working inside the president’s

never heard of

embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her

lips slightly

said, “Spill

a short while. After

had said so, it meant that it was

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

and started briefing their reports, not asking any

his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to the reports

organized despite dealing with two things

their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence couldn’t understand most of what

of boredom, and suddenly heard a

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

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

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

die for; of course, this included

her newcomer status didn’t even qualify for the

But now…

places for direct participation;

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

Qualified?

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

at Florence and saw her with

deepened

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision;

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope

Ernest give her

fight for

wanted those three executives to leave

of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things to

like school time, where teachers were

that she fell

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”