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."

can almost hear hearts pounding, can almost taste the

lucky not to have gotten the 'don't come

thunderous, 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 and

out of a job too. His eyes flicker with

born may be female, or trans, or more rainbow than a unicorn fart. The anticipation of Judy being ousted by any of

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

and unclench on the table, knuckles white, a silent testament to his inner struggle. Surprise, surprise-he

barely contained chaps. Maybe being out from under the pressure of

update you at the end of the day," Gus Brennan continues, his voice a relentless hammer. "Everyone else,

collective gasp echoes through the room. I think half the table just died

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drumbeat of panic, waiting for the names of those

All stay. Phillip Joseph and

and Ashlyn? I blink, the shock rippling through me. Okay. Unexpected. I glance at

across the table, his eyebrows raised in question. I shrug my shoulders, the uncertainty now gnawing at me. Ashlyn moves closer to Judy and Jayden, her eyes

shitting bricks," Lance whispers under his breath to me, his face

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