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.

We received instruction from the head office today, they want this farce to be handled

whole room was in

Jason glanced over the folks in the

no one even dared to

Jason beckoned

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

of agreement echoed in the

only way to cease

up. she set Nathan

“Do you have proof?”

how

that day. A lie what Bella said might be, she

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

it. Hit after hit, we

turned into

but we have no choice.” The guy who suggested

could only compromise no matter how

red. “Don’t blame me, Nathan. I

calm on the outside. But on the

fingers digging into

outcome, but it still hurt him

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

Rita sneered.

instant, everyone flushed. But soon the embarrassment turned

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

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

not freak Rita, she said slowly.

every eye, except for Nathan’s was on

it was mockery in their eyes when they looked at her, thinking

seen and fought wars in

when they could not

A man snorted and was followed

It could not get worse anyway.” Rita

Jason frowned. “Well…”

of our friendship, give me a

Jason was shaken.

you sure that you

nodded, and then put off her mask. “But I

much do

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

the vice president of SF.” Rita

her requirement shocked

then looked to Jason. “Don’t waste time with them,

one word, and we’ll have the press

“Jason?”

Jason’s eyes laid on Rita. “Deal. You are the vice president if you pull

going to say to

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

party chose to respect

believed that Rita would

you eat your

than your little mouth