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.

three executives from the company came in. They were shocked

office, but what

when were designers working inside

never heard of such kind

She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of

corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed

“Spill

After all, most of the reports from these

president had said so, it meant that it

up ranks this high were

briefing their reports,

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

with two things at

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

on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked her

Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re

three years. It was a nation-wide

were awarded in this contest would mean

was to die

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

But now…

direct participation; if only she

these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to

Qualified?

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

at Florence and saw her

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

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

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread of hope

Ernest give her this

could fight for

executives to leave as soon as

three of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all

understand what they were talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining

fell

the executives who were speaking spitefully

“Keep your voice down.”