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

whole room was in dead

thoughts?” Jason glanced over the folks in the

one even dared to look

beckoned one

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

of agreement echoed in the

only way

made this up. she set Nathan up.”

“Do you have proof?”

“Everyone in the company saw how Bella always made eyes at

happened to them in the fitting room that day. A lie what Bella said might be, she had evidence to prove

came up with such vile

it. Hit after hit, we

into sighs at

suggested

only compromise no matter how much he admired

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

the outside. But on the inside, he was

tightly, fingers digging

outcome, but it still

fans put Nathan’s head

Rita sneered.

for an instant, everyone flushed. But soon

assistant have to have a voice here? Get out!” a manager stood up

don’t you come

Rita, she said slowly. “I do know

eye, except for Nathan’s

they

and fought wars

when they could not even

followed

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

Jason frowned. “Well…”

friendship, give me a chance to

Jason was shaken.

raised his eyes at Rita. “Are you

put off her mask. “But I have a

do you

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

vice president of

requirement shocked

to Jason. “Don’t waste time with

one word, and we’ll have the press ready

“Jason?”

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

going to say

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

party chose to respect his

believed that

eat your own words three

than your little mouth can