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

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

designers working inside the

of such kind

anyone, burying her head

through Florence, the corner of his lips

said, “Spill the

up to let Florence leave for a short while. After all, most of the reports

president had said so, it meant that

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

briefing their reports, not asking

with matters on his hand while listening to the

dealing with two things at

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

of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked

already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get

Ovi Fashion Design Contest was held once every three years. It was

contest would mean that

on the stage was to die for; of course,

for the junior auditions. She initially gave up all hopes

But now…

company had three places for direct participation; if only she

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

Qualified?

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

took a quick glance at Florence and saw her with a

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

had no opinion for Ernest’s

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

give her this

she could fight

three executives to leave

which meant that they all had things to

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

noticed that she fell asleep immediately, he

were speaking spitefully and ordered

“Keep your voice down.”