Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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324 No Games Here (Jayden)

As soon as Winona's face disappears from the screen, lean back in my chair and exhale, rubbing my hands over my face. The call didn't go quite how I'd hoped.

I want her to feel more connected to what I'm doing here, but maybe I was pushing it, throwing Sofia into the mix like that. Winona didn't seem too thrilled, and it wasn't just the timing Sofia seemed to think Winona would be okay with it. I better double check the hour next time.

I'm sure

e it's to

's tough being apart. But hey, at least you've got plenty to keep you occupied here. Plus, I'm here to make sure you don't get too lonely." She flicks her hair over her shoulder.

"Right, yeah. Thanks." I give a small, awkward chuckle, trying to refocus on work.

Before I can say anything else, the door swings open, and Astrid Koenig storms in like a gust of wind. She doesn't even knock, just strides in as if she owns the place-which, let's face it, she might as well.

She's all sharp angles and business, her platinum blonde hair in its usual sleek bob, her piercing blue eyes locked on Sofia with laser precision.

"Sofia," Astrid says, her voice icy but firm. "Your presence is no longer required."

Sofia visibly stiffens, her easy going demeanor faltering under Astrid's stare. "I was just "

Astrid cuts her off with a sharp wave. "I'm well aware of what you were doing. You have work to do." The finality in her tone is unmistakable, and there's no room for argument. "You might familiarize yourself with the personal relationship policy in your spare time." With a forced brightness, Sofia says, "Well, if you need anything. Jayden, you know where to find me."

Then she turns and walks out.

Astrid's eyes track her exit before turning back to me. "Mr. Brennan," she begins, and it's clear I'm about to get a lecture. "I advise you to keep a clear head when it comes to Ms. Fernandez."

chair. "Astrid, it's not like that. Sofia's just helping me

a tight, humorless smile. "Supportive? Let me remind you of Nexus Global's policy on personal relationships between employees.

be dismissed, I can assure you Ms. Fernadez can and will be, if there is any proof of things being more

my hands in mock

gaze hardens. This is a workplace, Mr. Brennan, not a

by her intensity. "There's nothing personal going on," I insist, feeling

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sarcasm. "Yes, you've mentioned that. But understand this: at Nexus Global, we don't need support. We

can't manage that, they're gone. You have more responsibility than anyone else to not give anyone a

trying to regain my footing. "I get that, but I also don't see the harm in fostering a mutually helpful work environment. We're all on

isn't some tech startup where everyone holds hands and sings Kumbaya. This is Nexus Global. Either people handle the pressure and perform their duties, or they're replaced. It's that simple." She's not just the head of

least of all me.

Brennan, I don't have much faith in your ability to fill Gus's shoes. Not even

cut deeper than I expected. My heart sinks, but I keep my face neutral, not

doesn't stop. "You've inherited the title, yes. But leadership requires more than just a name. It requires vision, decisiveness, and the ability

boiling inside me. Everything about this job, about Nexus Global, is so much bigger than what I'm used to. Brennan Industries feels

this

be intense, but Astrid's making it feel like

be Gus," I say, my voice steady but quiet. "I came here

from your parentage, if not Gus then perhaps Judy.

have no interest in being anything like that

name to me.

a brow, clearly unimpressed. "Your loss. Understand this, Mr. Brennan-Nexus Global doesn't allow for trial and error. Either you

in the groundwork while