My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 27

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 door was opened and three executives from the company came in. They were shocked to see a new desk in Ernest’s office.

It was common for a secretary to work inside the president’s office, but what was uncommon was that Florence wasn’t a secretary at all.

Since when were designers working inside the president’s office?

They had never heard of such kind of thing.

Florence was slightly embarrassed. She refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of documents and pretending to be productive.

Ernest glanced through Florence, the corner of his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be happy.

He said, “Spill the beans.”

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

But since the president had said so, it meant that it was unnecessary.

Those who were able to climb up ranks this high were elites, so they probably have guessed something was fishy.

They just stood straight up and started briefing their reports, not asking any more questions.

Ernest sat behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while listening to the reports briefed by the executives.

He was still organized despite dealing with two things at the same time.

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

She kept on listening out of boredom, and suddenly heard a topic that spiked her interest.

One of the executives said, “The investment for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this time, so we get three places for the semi-finals.”

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

It was safe to say that those who were awarded in this contest would mean that their future in designing would be a bright one.

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

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

But now…