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.

but also a reputational one. We received instruction from the head office

room was in

glanced over the

no one even dared to

beckoned one

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

agreement echoed in

way

Nathan up.” Another manager, a friend

“Do you have proof?”

“Everyone in the company saw how

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

up with such vile

me about it. Hit after hit,

into sighs at the

choice.” The guy who suggested to fire

only compromise no matter how much he

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

the outside. But on the inside, he

tightly, fingers digging into his

but it still hurt

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

Rita sneered.

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

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

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

said slowly. “I

eye, except for Nathan’s

in their eyes when they looked at

and

an assistant do when they could not

and was followed by

get worse anyway.” Rita ignore the stares and laid her eyes on

Jason frowned. “Well…”

friendship, give me a chance to prove my innocence. I just need three days.” Nathan gave Jason a pleading

Jason was shaken.

“Are you sure that you can fix this,

off her mask. “But I have

much do

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

vice president of

her requirement shocked

then looked to

word, and we’ll have the

“Jason?”

on Rita. “Deal. You are the vice president if you pull

say to the

as he stood up and headed for the door. “The

party chose to respect his

them believed that Rita

to see you eat your

your little mouth can