Page 9 of Worship Him

"Confidence is one thing," I say, "but we need a solid plan to turn this around completely." I scroll through the report,pinpointing areas where we're bleeding money. "We need to cut down on overhead without compromising quality."

Marcus nods. "I've been working on a few proposals for that. Streamlining some departments could save us a decent chunk."

I lean back in my chair, considering his words. "And what about our marketing strategy? We need to rebuild trust with our users."

"Already ahead of you," he says with a grin. "We're starting work on a campaign next week that focuses on transparency and customer engagement."

"Good," I say, feeling a rare moment of relief. "We can't afford any more screw-ups."

Marcus chuckles. "No kidding. But hey, we’ve got this." He pauses, his tone shifting to something more serious. "How are you holding up? Personally?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "What’s this? A therapy session?"

He raises his hands in mock surrender. "Just checking in. You’ve been through a lot lately."

I shrug off his concern. "I'm fine, Marcus. Focused on the company. As I should be. As you and the investors want me to be."

The divorce is still a raw wound, but I won't let it show.

"Alright," he says, not entirely convinced but smart enough not to push it further. "I'll get those finance proposals to you by tomorrow."

"Thanks," I say as he heads for the door.

Once he's gone, I return to the reports, my mind racing with strategies and contingencies. This company is my lifeblood; failure isn’t an option.

A soft ping from my phone distracts me—a text from my assistant reminding me about the meeting with my lawyer.

Great, another headache.

As I type out my response, confirming the time for our meeting, thoughts of Destiny creep in uninvited. Our past and the mess we're trying to sort out now—it’s like trying to untangle a knot made of barbed wire.

I push those thoughts aside and focus on what I can control—the numbers on my screen and the future of this company.

It's going to take everything I've got, but I've never backed down from a challenge before and I'm not about to start now.

With renewed determination, I dive back into the data, ready to fight for every inch of progress we can make.

The time for my meeting with Thomas comes almost too quickly. I straighten my tie and grab my tablet, ready to face whatever legal nonsense he has for me today.

Striding through the hallways of my company’s headquarters, I can feel eyes on me—some curious, others anxious. The employees know things are shaky right now, but they also know better than to let it affect their work.

When I enter the conference room, Thomas is already there, his leather briefcase open and papers spread out in front of him.

"Morning, Adam," he says as he stands to shake my hand.

"Thomas," I acknowledge him with a firm grip before taking a seat. "Let’s get down to business. What’s the latest?"

He sits down and adjusts his suit. "We’re still dealing with delays from Destiny’s side. Barrett keeps pushing back dates, citing complications with shared assets."

I scowl. "Complications? This has been dragging on for a year now. What exactly is Barrett's issue?"

Thomas shuffles through his papers before pulling out a thick folder. "From what I can gather, he’s leveraging your intertwined business interests to slow things down."

I tap my fingers on the table impatiently. "This is ridiculous. We have clear agreements on our shares in each other’s companies. Why hasn’t this been resolved yet?"

"Destiny's been cooperative in some areas but hesitant in others," Thomas explains. "It seems there might be more going on than just business entanglements."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Like what?"

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