Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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315 Out of My Depth

315 Out of My Depth (Jayden)

When I step into Nexus Global's head office, I'm hit with the sheer magnitude of what this place represents. It's nothing like Brennan Industries. Everything here screams perfection and wealth.

It's not just a business, it's a world, and from the moment I walked through those doors, I knew I wasn't just stepping into an office. This place could fit three Brennan Industries in it Viktor stays close, guiding me through the labyrinth of glass and steel, the entire place buzzing with activity. Nexus Global runs like a machine. No time for small talk, no casual greetings. Everyone moves with purpose, their eyes locked on screens or buried in thick files.

Hugo strides ahead, barely looking back as he leads the way.

As we step into the massive boardroom, I'm greeted by faces I don't recognize. And none of them seem particularly excited to meet me. I take a seat at the head of the table, feeling the weight of their judgmental stares. Viktor stands quietly behind me, like a shadow, while Hugo, ever the master of the room, takes his place beside me.

"Welcome, Mr. Jayden Brennan," Hugo says, his voice formal, but there's an unmistakable edge of condescension in his tone. "Let me introduce the key members of your team."

He

gestures to the woman seated directly across from me. "This is Astrid Koenig, our Head of Operations."

Astrid stands to greet me with a nod. She's tall and striking, with a platinum blonde bob that's sharp enough to cut glass.

"Mr. Brennan," Astrid says, her tone clipped and efficient. "It's a pleasure." But there's no smile, no

warmth. Just business.

"Likewise," I reply, trying to match her energy, but I'm already feeling like I've walked into something! wasn't entirely prepared for.

"And this," Hugo continues, gesturing to the man beside Astrid, is Matteo Ricci, our Chief Financial Officer."

Well, he looks nothing like Lance.

dressed in a vy suit. A very expensive suit. His dark hair slicked back in that effortlessly stylish way Italians seem to have a monopoly on. "Mr. Brennan," Matteo says, his Italian accent smoothing out every

good stuff," I say, trying to inject a bit of humor into the tense atmosphere. But Matteo's smile doesn't reach

to the last person in the room. "And Sofia Fernandez,

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her a look like a mother

perfect. Even her long dark hair seems

Global's public image. Especially during times of... transition. Do not communicate with any media channel unless you have cleared it with me." Her tone is

myself. "Thank you

say, sarcastically.

faintest hint of annoyed amusement in

off, and it's like being hit by a

speed and precision that leaves me scrambling to keep up.

the East European markets," Astrid says, her eyes locking onto mine. "There are inefficiencies that need

notes, though I already

of my supposed ignorance. Il est essentiel de ne rien négliger," he says

smile, grateful for Viktor's silent support. Hugo, oblivious to the exchange, continues his rundown of strategic priorities,

Sofia asks, glancing at me as though I might derail the company's reputation single-handedly. "We need to ensure the transition remains smooth, both internally

I nod, feeling the

course.

with Gus and his current

on it." I say but I

deeper and deeper into unfamiliar waters. The sheer

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minute that passes, I realize

Viktor interrupts, his voice cutting through the others' demands. "Perhaps now is a good time for you to rest. The