Sweet Divorce

Nathan Looked at Rita with confusion in his eyes. “That’s what this is for?”

She could just apply for a job if she wanted to get into the Brown Group.

Why would she get herself in the swirl?

“Isn’t that a simple thing to do? Like, way to simple.” So simple that made him felt unrealistic.

Rita smiled, her eyes glimmering. “It’s not simple, not at all.”

“You’ll know.” Rita didn't elaborate, she raised her eyes at Nathan. “So, what do you say? Wanna give it a shot or not?”

Looking at Rita, Nathan felt like a lay of light just pried open the darkness he was in. He saw hope and warmness.

“I’ll give it a shot.”

He agreed resolutely after a moment of silence.

His eyes laid on Rita’s face again. “So, what’s your plan? And, what do I need to do? Why don’t we have a talk about that?”

“You need to prepare some popcorn… and some beverage to wash it down.”

Popcorn and beverage?

What?

Nathan blinked, puzzled, “Huh?”

“Just sit and lay back while watching me juggle.” Rita laughed lightly.

Nathan’s mouth twitched. Was he being stupid to believe that a young girl could save him?

Was it too late to regret his decision now?

Rita knew what’s going on in Nathan’s mind by the look on his face. And she knew he would despair if she kept teasing.

So she faded the smile. “Bella just held a press and pinned everything on you. The situation is extremely adverse for SF now, and more so to the Brown Group. I assume that you will get a call from the board, and they’d like to see you.”

“And then?” her analysis sounded reasonable, so Nathan asked for further part of her plan.

Rita squinted. “By then, I want you to take me with you to the meeting, and I’ll deal with the board.”

“Alright.” Nathan agreed. He didn't know why he trusted a girl he just met so much.

Nathan’s assistant called him soon, telling to attend a meeting at the company half an hour later.

The two of them headed to the company right away after the call.

Rita wore a mask to masquerade as Nathan’s assistant.

“Nathan, have you seen the press?” Jason Snow, a manager of SF, said as caught sight of Nathan.

Nathan nodded, and Jason sighed. “That pours gas on the fire for us.”

“Tell me about it. After the press, our company has become the sole target of attack, hail of abuse is aiming at us. We have barely sold anything for the past few days.”

The manager gesticulated at his assistant to dispatch the sales figures to everyone in the room.

Frowns emerged on everyone’s face when they saw the data.

problem, but also a reputational one. We received instruction

whole room was in dead

Jason glanced over the

even dared to look back at

Jason beckoned

at Jason, and then said coldly. “President Snow, I think the best thing to do now is

echoed in the

the only way to cease the

this up. she set Nathan up.”

“Do you have proof?”

the company saw how Bella always made eyes at

said might be, she had evidence to prove it. She went to hospital and got a injury

her first, so her team came up with such vile countermove, leaving us

it. Hit after

argument turned into sighs at the

choice.” The guy who suggested to

could only compromise no matter how much he

red. “Don’t blame me, Nathan. I

was calm on the outside. But

clenched tightly, fingers digging into his

had anticipated such outcome, but it still hurt him to hear it

your colleague, who is innocent. The fans put Nathan’s head on

Rita sneered.

for an instant, everyone flushed. But soon the embarrassment turned

an assistant have to have a voice here? Get out!” a manager stood up violently and

conscience, why don’t you come up

she said slowly. “I do

for Nathan’s was on

mockery in their eyes when they looked at her, thinking that she

and

when they could not

man snorted and was followed by a wave of

why not just give it a shot. It could not get worse anyway.” Rita ignore the

Jason frowned. “Well…”

anything. For the sake of our friendship, give me a chance to prove

Jason was shaken.

“Are you sure that you can

am.” Rita nodded, and then put off her mask. “But I have

much do

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

to be the vice

her requirement shocked

A manager tsked, then looked to Jason. “Don’t waste time with

word, and we’ll

“Jason?”

Rita. “Deal. You are the vice

say to

up and headed for the

party chose to respect his decision

them believed that

see you eat your own

bite more than your little