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.

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 was that

when were designers working inside

had never heard of such kind of

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

lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to

“Spill

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

had said so,

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

straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking any more

with matters on his

dealing with two

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

out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked

has already begun. We’re the largest investor this

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

say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would

die for; of course,

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

But now…

participation; if only she could get

those senior designers in our company to compete for their

Qualified?

she was qualified to design the president’s outfit, she hadn’t design anything yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or

took a quick glance at Florence and saw her with a sad

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he was the

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

give her this

could fight for

wanted those three executives to leave as

three of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had

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

that she fell asleep immediately, he

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them in a

“Keep your voice down.”