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.

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

whole room was

Jason glanced over the folks in

one even dared to

Jason beckoned one

think the best thing to do now is to accommodate to the fans and fire

of agreement echoed

only way to cease the

she set Nathan up.” Another manager, a friend of Nathan’s,

“Do you have proof?”

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

There’s no surveillance tape of what happened to them in the fitting room that day. A lie what Bella said might be, she

must’ve blackmailed her first, so her team came up with

it. Hit after hit, we

turned into sighs at the

for Nathan, but we have no choice.” The guy who suggested to fire Nathan looked at Jason. “If we don’t do this soon enough,

compromise no matter how much

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

outside. But on

fists clenched tightly, fingers digging into his

had anticipated such outcome, but it still hurt him to hear it

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

Rita sneered.

flushed. But

voice here? Get out!”

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

Rita, she said slowly. “I do know how to fix

except for

they looked at her,

seen and

could an assistant do when they

man snorted and was followed by a wave

could not get worse anyway.” Rita ignore the stares

Jason frowned. “Well…”

you for anything. For the sake of our friendship, give me a chance to prove my innocence. I just

Jason was shaken.

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

off her mask. “But

do

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

the vice

requirement

looked to Jason.

one word, and we’ll have

“Jason?”

laid on Rita. “Deal. You

say to the

said as he stood up and headed for the

remaining party chose to respect his

none of them believed that Rita

be glad to see you eat

than your little mouth can chew,