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

room was in

glanced over the folks

even dared to look back

beckoned one

and then said coldly. “President Snow, I think the best

agreement echoed in

only way to cease the

up. she set Nathan up.” Another manager,

“Do you have proof?”

manager’s anger flared. “Everyone in the company saw how Bella always made eyes at

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

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

Hit after hit, we

turned into sighs at the

who suggested to fire

could only compromise no matter how much he admired Nathan’s

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

the outside. But on

fists clenched tightly, fingers digging

but it still hurt him to hear it

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

Rita sneered.

But soon

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

much conscience, why don’t you

she said slowly. “I do

every eye, except for Nathan’s was on

their eyes when they looked at her,

here had seen and fought wars in

could an assistant do when

followed

get worse anyway.” Rita ignore

Jason frowned. “Well…”

sake of our friendship, give me a chance

Jason was shaken.

at Rita. “Are you sure that you

then put off

do you

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

want to be the vice president

requirement

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

and we’ll have the press

“Jason?”

You are the vice

we going to say to

them.”Jason said as he stood up

chose to respect

none of them believed that Rita would make

see you eat your own words

than your little