Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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52 Dead Wood (Winona)

"I am here for damage control. The shareholders have spoken. Too many wanted out. I'm here to turn the ship around and get confidence back." Gus Brennan continues talking, his deep voice vibrating through the room like a warning bell.

You could scoop up the nervousness hanging in the air and eat it like ice cream.

Just add sprinkles to mine, thanks.

Every word he says feels like a direct hit, slicing through the tension with surgical precision. My chest tightens, a knot of anxiety coiling inside me as I steal a glance at Jayden. His jaw is clenched, eyes marrowing in a mix of frustration and disbelief. I'm nervous for him.

How much more can he take? His mind might end up in overload. Then again, a break from the company may be the lifeline he needs, right now. I guess, either way, we are going to find out. A break from Judy would be better. No chance of that now she's acting like a doting grandmother.

The room seems to shrink around us, the walls pressing in as Gus's gaze sweeps over the assembled faces and continues on his verbal journey.

"Dead wood will be carved off. Those left will triple their workload. Top heavy executive salaries will be gutted. Any form of disloyalty will be removed immediately. Some already have been."

through the room. I can almost hear hearts pounding, can

have gotten the 'don't come Monday'

as if to let us all know how serious he is. "I am now acting CEO. Only my first-born heirs can stand in my place

a job too. His eyes flicker with something I can't quite

than a unicorn fart. The anticipation of Judy being

his face a mask of turmoil. The hard set of his mouth, the twitch in his cheek. He's never mentioned Gus. I don't think he knew

on the table, knuckles white, a silent testament to his inner struggle. Surprise, surprise-he clearly has Judy to thank

of barely contained chaps. Maybe being out from under the pressure of being CEO and first-born heir will be good for

Brennan continues, his voice a relentless hammer. "Everyone else, except for

through the room. I think half the table

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a drumbeat of panic, waiting for the names of those staying behind. I'm not sure which would be worse at this

Winona Nolan. All stay. Phillip Joseph and Ashlyn Thomas

I blink, the shock rippling through me. Okay. Unexpected. I glance at Phillip as

shrug my shoulders, the uncertainty now gnawing

under his breath to me,

don't worry," I whisper back, trying to inject some confidence into my voice. His eyes, usually so full of mischief,