Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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230 What's His Agenda? (Judy)

Sitting behind my desk, I take a long, measured look at Gabriel. He's calm, collected, dressed sharp in a tailored suit that makes him look every bit the professional he wants me to belleve he is.

But I've been around too long, seen too much, to take anyone at face value anymore. Especially not Greg's long-lost son.

"Let's get straight to the point," I say, folding my hands on the desk. "You've got shares now, but what exactly are you planning to do with them? Surely you have some kind of ambition."

Gabriel meets my gaze, his expression steady. "I want to help, but I can't legally manage any businesses here without a green card. I can own shares, have a joint venture or even fund a start-up but not work in the U.S. until the green card is through." "Have you got a green card application in?"

"I do."

I narrow my eyes. "So, what's your plan? Just sit on those shares while the rest of us do the heavy lifting?"

Gabriel smiles. "Not at all. I've already been in touch with an immigration law firm I'm exploring options for the future. But for now, I'm here as a shareholder, not a manager. But I can learn as well."

A sliver of irritation slips through my defenses. "Jayden was instrumental to this firm and, if you want to be employed here, you need to be as well."

He doesn't flinch. "I understand that this is a delicate situation. Greg's legacy is complicated, to say the least, but I intend to honor it. I want to learn the business, contribute where I can-when I can."

I scoff. "Greg's legacy."

Gabriel watches me closely.

"It's my legacy. I'm the one who built this business up. All Greg did was get busy with some floozy in Cuba."

I watch him tense. I'm testing the waters of course.

"Don't speak about my mother that way. You've no right. She had no idea you existed either."

says. How do I know that's

my mother

and everyone in

back in my chair, studying him. "Learning the business takes time, Gabriel. It's not something you can just walk into. I've been running Brennan Industries for over three decades. If you think you can waltz in

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mix of curiosity and suspicion. He's saying all the right things, but that only makes me more cautious.

invested in the business. They've made it clear they'd like to sell their shares

Opportunity. That word again.

I'd be willing to buy them out," I say, watching him carefully for a

your offer, but we need to discuss it as

of something else-a grudging respect. He's handling this well, better than I expected. But I'm not ready

look at the financials

trust, Judy. I'm not here to make things

say, my voice

nodding respectfully. "Thank you for the

I watch him go, still unsure what to

phone

his usual laid-back tone coming through. "Hey, Judy.

"He seems eager to get involved, but I'm not giving him access to the financials. Not yet." Lance

insists on seeing anything, make up some fake reports-something that looks real but doesn't give him any actual

a pause on the other end. "You sure about that? He seemed pretty

sold a lot of assets and really filled the coffers. I'm not risking Gabriel seeing that amount of money." "Got it," Lance says, his tone

I pause

moment, then

THE handle it."