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.

received instruction from the head office today, they want this farce

whole room was in

glanced over the folks in

dared to

beckoned one

“President Snow, I think the best

agreement echoed

way to cease the

up. she set Nathan up.” Another manager, a

“Do you have proof?”

the company saw how

might be, she had evidence to

with such vile countermove, leaving

it. Hit after hit, we are

argument turned into

unfair for Nathan, but we have no choice.” The guy who suggested

only compromise no matter how much he admired Nathan’s

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

was calm on the outside. But on the inside,

tightly, fingers

outcome, but it still hurt him to

fans

Rita sneered.

for an instant, everyone flushed. But

a voice here?

conscience, why don’t you come up

said slowly. “I do know how to fix

eye, except for Nathan’s was on

their eyes when they looked at her, thinking

had seen and fought

do when they could not even

was followed by a wave of nods of

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

Jason frowned. “Well…”

me a chance to prove my innocence. I just need three days.” Nathan

Jason was shaken.

at Rita. “Are you sure that you can fix this, young

then put off her

do you

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

the vice president of SF.” Rita

requirement shocked

looked to Jason. “Don’t waste time

and we’ll have the press

“Jason?”

through the crowd, Jason’s eyes laid on Rita. “Deal. You are the vice president

we going to say to the head

up and headed

to respect

believed that Rita would

eat your own words

more than your little mouth can