Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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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"We hire strategists here, not outdated relics clinging to tradition."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.

His face is stone-cold, eyes unyielding as he stares down Grayson, his stance blocking any path

he finds himself staring at Viktor, an immovable force. The room is silent, every person caught between shock

voice

"You have no idea what you're doing, Brennan. You think you can come in here

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It's been going on for years. And don't expect a

face pales and he tries to lunge around Viktor. He barely makes it two steps toward me. Viktor's

I see a flash of panic as Viktor's grip locks him in place. 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

remaining executives exchange glances, and I can feel a shift in the room. Power's

a mix of anger and humiliation. He glares at me, but I step forward,

things and get out. You're done here," I say, my voice a

place beside me, and for a split second, I catch a

leaves, rubbing his

say, settling back in my seat at the head of the table, my voice regaining its calm. "Let's move on. We have a

get some affirmations and a few

I should manage Nexus Global?" I ask,

hair behind her ear, her gaze never leaving mine. "I think you've made

as her gaze slowly runs over me. The