Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 383

383 No Room for Weakness

(Jayden)

"This is not the level of management Gus tolerated, and I won't put up with incompetence either."

Grayson's face flickers with shock, quickly masked by that mask of politeness. He straightens his posture, clearly readying himself for another lecture, but I don't give him the chance.

"We hire strategists here, not outdated relics clinging to tradition." My words are precise, each one landing with a deliberate sting. "This isn't a game for you to play by your own rules." Grayson forces a smile. "Mr. Brennan, perhaps if you took the time to understand our approach instead of

"Understand?" I interrupt. "The only thing I understand is that you've misled this company, mismanaged it. You lost a crucial deal due to pure negligence. The time for your excuses is over, Grayson. You're a liability."

A murmur ripples through the room, a few of the other executives glancing at Grayson, visibly uncomfortable. Good.. Let them squirm.

Grayson's smile is gone now, replaced by a steely glare. "With all due respect, Mr. Brennan, Nexus London has achieved its success without interference from the outside. We've maintained stability, grown market share-" "Stability is a euphemism for stagnation, Grayson. Real business moves forward, adapts, and anticipates. You're not leaders here; you're placeholders."

Grayson's knuckles go white as he grips the edge of the table. He's trying to keep his composure, but I can see the cracks forming, his carefully constructed façade slipping.

"You're fired. Clear your desk by the end of the day-if you're even capable of that."

A collective gasp echoes around the room. Grayson's face twists in shock, then fury. He stares at me, disbelief giving way to barely contained rage. His hands tremble as he pushes himself up from his seat, his face red with anger. "You arrogant little-" he shouts, losing every ounce of his cold demeanor as he lunges forward, fists clenched.

stone-cold, eyes unyielding as he stares down Grayson, his stance

Viktor, an immovable force. The room is silent, every person caught between shock and the

Viktor's voice is a low

but after a tense second, he straightens, attempting to salvage what's left of his dignity. "This isn't over," he says. "You have no idea what you're doing, Brennan. You think you can come in

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over this. It's been going on for years.

it two steps toward me. Viktor's hand is a vise, twisting Grayson's arm

The room falls into silence, the other executives watching, their eyes wide. Viktor's face remains impassive, a calm, almost lethal focus in his eyes that communicates a single message: don't cross him. "You don't touch Mr. Brennan, ever," Viktor says, his as chilling as

executives exchange glances, and I can feel a shift

back, his face flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation. He glares at me, but I step forward,

out. You're done here," I say, my voice a low,

place beside me, and for a split second, I catch a glint of approval in his

rubbing his

head of the table, my voice regaining its calm. "Let's move on. We have a company

get some affirmations and a few

manage Nexus Global?" I ask, my tone clipped

ear, her gaze never leaving mine. "I think you've made your direction clear."

her shifts in her seat, adjusting the cleavage of her blouse down slightly as her gaze slowly runs over me. The hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. They