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.

was opened and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked

a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what

were designers working inside the president’s

of such kind of

anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to

through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going

“Spill

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

said so,

up ranks this high

briefing their reports,

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

organized despite dealing with

a first-class company; their main business wasn’t just clothing, so, Florence

kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a

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

every three years. It was

those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would be a bright

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

status didn’t even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially

But now…

three places for direct participation; if only she

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

Qualified?

yet, which meant that she didn’t have

a quick glance at Florence and saw her

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was the president, after

made Florence’s heart moved, a

Ernest give

she could fight for

those three executives to leave

came simultaneously, which meant that

was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she fell asleep in no

noticed that she fell

the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”