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.

just pecuniary problem, but also a reputational one. We received instruction

was in dead

over the

one even dared to

Jason beckoned

then said coldly. “President Snow, I think the best thing to do now is to accommodate to the fans

of agreement echoed

way to

made this up. she set Nathan up.” Another manager, a friend of

“Do you have proof?”

the company saw how Bella always made eyes at

might be, she had evidence to prove it. She

blackmailed her first, so her team came up with such vile countermove, leaving us with nothing to fight

Hit after

into sighs at

choice.” The guy who suggested to fire Nathan looked at Jason. “If we

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

red. “Don’t blame me, Nathan. I

the outside. But

fists clenched tightly, fingers digging into

anticipated such outcome, but it still hurt him to

your colleague, who is innocent. The fans put Nathan’s head on

Rita sneered.

flushed. But soon the embarrassment turned into

a voice here? Get out!” a

don’t

she said

except for Nathan’s was on

eyes when they looked at her,

and

when they could not

A man snorted and was followed

not get worse anyway.”

Jason frowned. “Well…”

me a chance

Jason was shaken.

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

then put off her mask. “But I have

much do you

“I don't want money.”

“Then…”

the vice president

requirement shocked

then looked to Jason. “Don’t waste time

one word, and we’ll have the

“Jason?”

Jason’s eyes laid on Rita. “Deal. You are the

going to say to the

he stood up and

chose to respect his decision

believed

be glad to see you eat your

bite more than your