Page 10 of Worship Him

He hesitates before answering. "She hasn't specified anything directly, but her lawyer’s evasiveness suggests there might be personal matters at play."

I snort derisively. "Personal matters? We’re past that point."

"Even so," Thomas continues cautiously, "we need to approach this carefully to avoid further complications."

"I don't care about careful," I snap back. "I want this done efficiently and fast." I lean forward, pinning him with my gaze. "Get things done."

He nods slowly. "Understood. I'll push harder for concrete dates and resolutions."

"Thomas," I say, my voice cutting through the air in the room like a scalpel, "I'm tired of these delays. We need a court date, and we need it now."

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "I understand, Adam, but Barrett is playing hardball. He's dragging his feet on setting a date. There isn't that much I can do to make him get his shit together."

I lean forward, my fingers drumming on the polished table. "Then play harder. I want this chapter closed so I can focus entirely on the business."

He clears his throat. "I'll push Barrett harder, but you have to understand?—"

"I don't care about his reasons," I interrupt, my patience wearing thin. "We've been at this for far too long. Either you get matters finalized, or I'll find a divorce lawyer who can."

He blinks, taken aback by my ultimatum. "Adam, I've been doing everything in my power to expedite this process."

"Clearly not enough," I snap back. "I hired you to get results, not placate me with excuses."

Thomas nods slowly, absorbing my words. "Alright, I'll escalate our approach. But be prepared for pushback from Destiny's side."

"I expect it," I say, standing up and grabbing my tablet. "But I also expect you to handle it. Make it happen, or don't show your face here again."

He gathers his papers, a determined look replacing his earlier hesitation. "I'll get on it immediately."

As I leave the conference room, I feel a weight lifting off my shoulders. This divorce has been like an anchor dragging me down, and it's time to cut it loose.

Back in my office, I close the door behind me and take a deep breath. The scent of leather and polished wood grounds me momentarily before the weight of responsibilities comes crashing back.

My phone buzzes again—a reminder of another meeting with the marketing team in ten minutes.

Great.

I scroll through emails as I walk to the next conference room. Each message is a reminder of how much is at stake—contracts to review, partnerships to secure, strategies to implement.

When I enter the room, everyone looks up expectantly.

"Alright," I say, taking my seat at the head of the table. "Let's talk about how we’re going to rebuild our brand trust."

Several productive but mentally exhausting hours later, I stand at my office’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city bathed in an orange glow as the sun dips behind the skyscrapers.

The view never gets old, even after all these years. New York, a beast of concrete and glass, has a way of reminding you where you started.

SynapseX wasn’t always this tech behemoth. I remember the early days, when it was just me and a handful of engineers crammed into a tiny office space.

Back then, our biggest concern was making rent, not managing billion-dollar deals.

I loosen my tie, letting out a long breath. Success came faster than I'd anticipated, but I never let it change me. I'm still that same driven man who couldn't sleep because his mind was racing with ideas.

My eyes focus on the SynapseX logo on a billboard atop a nearby building, glowing bright against the twilight sky.

Pride swells in my chest. I built this. From nothing but an idea and sheer determination.

"And I'll be damned if I let anyone tear it down," I mutter, jaw clenching.

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