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 to see a

office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t a secretary at

were designers working inside

heard of such kind of

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

lips

said, “Spill

for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these executives

had said so, it meant that it was

up ranks this high were elites, so they probably

up and started briefing their

his hand while listening to the reports briefed by the

dealing with

just clothing,

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

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

was a nation-wide competition and a place for many talented designers to

this contest would mean that their future in designing would be a

stage was to die for;

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

But now…

three places for direct participation;

discussed a bit about these three places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That

Qualified?

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

quick glance at Florence and saw

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he

Florence’s heart moved, a thread of

give her

could fight for

executives to leave as

meant

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

that she fell

were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”