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,

lucky not to have gotten the 'don't come Monday'

how serious he is. "I am now acting CEO. Only my first-born heirs can stand in my place and only when I deem they

of astonishment crashes over me. Guess that's Jayden out of a job too. His eyes flicker with

unicorn fart. The anticipation of Judy being ousted by any of the above thrills me to the core. I'm

turmoil. The hard set of his mouth, the

blindsided. His fists clench and unclench on the table, knuckles white, a

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

you at the end of the day," Gus Brennan continues, his voice a relentless hammer. "Everyone else, except for the following people, go pack up your desk. Your

think half the

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a drumbeat of panic, waiting for the names of those

Winona Nolan. All stay. Phillip Joseph and Ashlyn Thomas are coming up in the elevator

I blink, the shock rippling through me. Okay. Unexpected. I glance at Phillip as he strides in, his

I shrug my shoulders,

Lance whispers under his breath to me, his face

inject some confidence into my voice. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, are