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.

from the company came in. They were shocked to see

president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence

were designers working inside

had never heard of such kind

slightly embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her

Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and

said, “Spill

to speak up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of

president had said so, it meant

high

briefing their reports, not

with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed

despite dealing with

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

on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

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

three years. It was

awarded in this contest would mean that their future in

to die for; of course,

even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all

But now…

three places for direct participation; if only she could get

a bit about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our

Qualified?

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

took a quick glance at Florence

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

executives had no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the

moved, a thread

give

fight

executives to leave as soon as

meant that they all had things to

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

noticed that she fell asleep immediately, he

executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in

“Keep your voice down.”