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."

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

silent, casting sidelong glances my way. I get the impression they're

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

tightens. He clearly did not know that's

it best to spare you the details.

against the arm of the chair, but I keep my

exactly caused this client to leave." I stand up

at Harris. "Go on, Harris. Give Mr. Brennan a

miss the slight tremor in his voice. "We were in the final stages of securing

shooting Grayson

He hesitates, shooting Grayson

nervous

the client expressed con before continuing.

seek services elsewhere."

our proposed timelines and eventually

complications?" I

look

also... discrepancies in budget allocation eadlines were

matter, Mr. Brennan. The client had high expectations, and

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 all due respect, we've been handling these accounts

interlocks his fingers on the table in front of him and

the level of respect and expertise

the tension build. "You're saying