Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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381 Stamping My Authority

(Jayden)

The Nexus Global London office sprawls before me in slick, minimalist decor-glass walls, polished stone floors, and a sterile, almost clinical sense of order.

I'm here, and the cool indifference emanating from the walls almost dares me to feel out of place. But I won't give them the satisfaction. I've done my research and I'm ready to battle.

We step into the boardroom, and the low hum of conversation dies immediately. My eyes scan the table, taking in the steely expressions.

The London team looks at me like I'm here to disrupt their carefully curated world. I'm the outsider, the American, the wild card disrupting their routine, and the disdain isn't exactly subtle.

I don't let it rattle me. This is my company now.

At the head of the table sits Grayson Whitmore. Late forties, silver at the temples, his suit cut to perfection and his demeanor radiating the cold, meticulous confidence of someone who's run this show for years.

His air of superiority is so quintessentially British, every inch of him oozing a certain stiff upper lip arrogance. His gaze barely flickers over me as he acknowledges my presence with a nod, nothing more. Viktor, always attuned, clears his throat to break the icy silence. "Allow me to introduce Mr. Jayden Brennan," he announces, voice cutting through the stillness. "Chairman and head of Nexus Global." Grayson doesn't bother to rise, just extends a hand across the table, palm down, in a gesture so forced it's almost insulting. "Jayden. Welcome to London. We've heard...quite a lot about you."

I clasp his hand, giving a firm shake, matching his gaze. "Mr. Brennan to you. I've looked forward to this meeting."

Grayson leans back, folding his arms. "Mr. Brennan, indeed. I hope we can get through everything today to your...satisfaction."

table don't introduce themselves, but I recognize a few faces from my research- Leanne Bently, CFO; Harris Ridge, head

remain silent, casting sidelong glances my way. I get the impression they're waiting, measuring, testing me before

I say, scanning the room. "Hugo Deveraux identified a

did not know that's why

it best to spare you the details. I had thought

arm of the chair, but

client to leave." I stand up

on, Harris. Give Mr. Brennan a

tremor in his voice.

shooting

He hesitates, shooting Grayson

nervous

con before continuing. "However, due

seek services elsewhere."

timelines

complications?" I echo,

stretch out as I look directly

discrepancies in budget allocation eadlines were missed. And if I'm not

Brennan. The client had high expectations, and there were unavoidable delays due to

say, my tone sharp. "Did it occur to you that communication would've prevented this? That a little foresight could have kept the client from walking? Getting me involved would've saved this contract." Grayson shifts, but he recovers quickly, a thin smile stretching across his lips. "Mr. Brennan, with

fingers on the table

to navigate the market here. Our clients appreciate the level of respect

in the air, feeling the tension build. "You're saying these kinds of losses are