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.

the company came in. They were shocked to

work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that

designers working inside the

heard of

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

of his lips slightly going

“Spill

speak up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports from these executives were either confidential or important.

said so,

were able to climb up ranks this high were

briefing their

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening

still organized despite dealing with two things

main business wasn’t just clothing,

boredom, and suddenly heard a topic

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

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

contest would mean

the stage was to die for; of course, this included

status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions.

But now…

participation; if only she could

those senior designers in our company

Qualified?

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

a quick glance at Florence and

gaze deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

for Ernest’s decision; he was the president,

these made Florence’s heart moved, a thread

give her

fight

wanted those three executives to leave

them came simultaneously, which meant that

was like school

that she fell asleep

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

“Keep your voice down.”