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.

a reputational one. We received instruction from the head office today, they want this farce to

room was in dead

thoughts?” Jason glanced over

dared

beckoned one

Snow, I think the best

echoed

way to cease the

she set Nathan up.” Another manager,

“Do you have proof?”

flared. “Everyone in the company saw how Bella always made eyes

that day. A lie what Bella said might be, she had evidence to prove it. She went to hospital and got a injury report

first, so her team came up with

Hit after hit,

argument turned into sighs

have no choice.” The guy who suggested to fire Nathan looked at Jason. “If we don’t do this soon enough, the company might

could only compromise no matter how much he admired

looked at Nathan, his eyes red. “Don’t blame me, Nathan. I

the outside. But

fists clenched tightly, fingers digging

such outcome, but it still hurt him

innocent. The fans put Nathan’s head on a guillotine, but you loose

Rita sneered.

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

rights does an assistant have to have a voice here?

you really have so much conscience, why don’t you come up with

accusations did not freak Rita, she said

except for

they looked at her, thinking that she

here had seen and

an assistant do when

A man snorted and was followed

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

Jason frowned. “Well…”

a chance to prove my innocence. I just need

Jason was shaken.

Rita. “Are you sure

put off her mask. “But

do you

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

to be the vice president

requirement

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

word, and we’ll

“Jason?”

You are

say to the head office then?

talk to them.”Jason said as he stood up and headed for the door.

respect his decision since

none of them believed that Rita would

eat your own words three days

your