Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

478 Taking the Reins

(Jayden)

My driver pulls up outside Brennan Industries, and I step out, the morning air biting against my skin.

Lance's absence is a void that's both personal and professional, and the tension in my shoulders feels like it's pulling me apart. He was the best and matching him won't be easy. But Lance had something here that is hard to find. He cared about his work and his colleagues.

Lance was never in it for the money. His money came from his parents. But he wanted to be a part of something and belong somewhere and Brennan Industries was that for him.

Inside, the lobby is busy but there's a definite subdued energy. This speaks volumes about the morale of the staff. Mother and Lance both leave a huge gap and it's my job now to bridge that.

As I walk through, people greet me with polite nods and murmured "Good mornings." Their eyes follow me, probably trying to gauge how things will change now that I'm back.

I reach the top floor boardroom, the management team is already gathered and seated. The conversations hush as I walk in, their faces turning to me with a mix of anticipation and unease.

"Good morning," I say as I take my seat at the head of the table. I stay calm and measured, trying to lead by example. But that isn't how I feel inside.

Mia sits near the end of the table, closest to me, her posture poised and self-assured. I catch her watching me closely. She's young and hungry, I get that. But if she thinks I'm just handing her control on a silver platter, she's wrong. She hasn't earned my trust, and I don't have the luxury of giving it freely.

"Let's get started," I continue. "As you all know, the past weeks have been... difficult. Lance's passing left us with a significant gap in financial leadership. Judy's loss has caused ructions with our main investors, and we need to stabilize quickly." The room is silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. I scan the faces around the table, taking in the gravity of their expressions.

"Effective immediately," I say, "I will handle the CFO responsibilities on an interim basis while we look for a permanent replacement."

There's a ripple of acknowledgment, though a few of them exchange glances.

Mia clears her throat, drawing my attention. "If I may, Mr. Brennan," she begins, her tone smooth but firm. "I've been closely involved with operations under Judy's guidance, and Lance's. I could take on some of the CFO duties, at least temporarily."

I lean back in my chair, keeping my expression neutral. "No. I barely know you and your skill level can only be entry level at best. I will advertise the position and conduct interviews."

"Judy-"

intern and work sponsorship visa. I will honor that

to keep her composure. "I'll remain," she says, her

networks for you all and these will be in place for several months. Please take full advantage at this difficult time. Now, we'll work

move through the department updates, and I listen carefully, taking notes where necessary. By the time the meeting wraps up, I have a clearer picture

handled at Nexus Global, this seems like child's play. I realize how much I've grown as a

the team files out, Mia

"Something else?" I ask.

"I'm just trying to understand why I'm being sidelined. I've proven my loyalty to

but you and I are strangers. It takes years of experience to run a multi-faceted company like this." "I think I've been more than capable." Her Cuban accent is strong but her command of

you have, but I

every aspect without you even

see a lot more

for the positions

same as

any other candidate."

respond, but the door opens before she can speak. Phillip strolls in, a box tucked under one arm and an infuriating smirk plastered

Bad news about Judy and Lance

him. Just seeing him is enough to stir up the images I've been trying

and he leans against the table, setting the box down. "Still touchy, I see. Let me guess

glances between us, her expression

not taking my eyes off

room, closing the door

his tone

something more pointed. "Look, I get it. Seeing those photos must have been... unpleasant. But let's not act like this is all on me. You

him, my hands

flinch. If anything, he seems emboldened. "Would you rather it had been strangers? Men she didn't trust, didn't know? Or is it worse

what you're talking

honest-you're mad because you can't control this. She made her choices, and

one more thing, and