The CEO Above My Desk (Mckenzie Shinabery) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

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The moment Theo rips the gun from his hand, the room detonates into motion.

It isn’t clean. It isn’t controlled. There’s a sharp crack of bodies colliding, the scrape of shoes against tile, Camille shouting something behind me, Devin moving in fast with that precise, measured efficiency of his. The guard hits the ground hard, air punching out of him as the weapon skids across the floor. Theo kicks it away without hesitation and drives him down with a force that would have broken a weaker man.

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I don’t move. Not yet. Because I’m watching him. The man who shut down my perimeter. The man who sold access to my home. The man who put his hands on her.

Something violent coils low in my chest, hot and immediate, demanding release. It would be easy. One step forward, one

decision, and he wouldn’t get back up.

It would also destroy everything we just gained. Evidence. Leverage. Proof.

I force the instinct down. Hard. Because this isn’t about satisfaction. It’s about control.

“Don’t touch him.” My voice cuts through the room like a blade.

Theo freezes mid-motion, his fist still twisted in the guard’s shirt, ready to drive him into the floor again. Devin pauses as

well, eyes flicking toward me, reading the shift instantly.

The guard is shaking beneath them, breath coming in broken gasps, his face pressed into the tile. “I didn’t mean it—1

didn’t mean to do that-I just panicked-”

“I know.” The words come out calm. Too calm.

It makes him sob harder. Good.

I step forward slowly, each movement deliberate, measured. The room adjusts around me without being told. Theo releases

him but doesn’t step far. Devin straightens, already recalibrating. Camille stays back, pale and wide-eyed.

Violet… I don’t look at her. Not yet. Because if I do, I will forget why I’m holding back. And I cannot afford that.

“Sit him up.”

Theo hauls him upright without question, forcing him onto his knees. The guard’s hands tremble violently, his breathing uneven, his eyes wild with panic.

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“Look at me.”

He does. Slowly. Terrified.

I crouch just enough to bring myself level with him. “You said you have proof,” I say, voice low, controlled. “Messages.

Payment. Communication.”

“Yes-yes, I do,” he chokes out immediately. “Everything-I didn’t delete anything, I swear-texts, calls-I still have it all

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“You’ll be handing that over,” I interrupt, “to my lawyer.”

His eyes flick to Devin like he’s just realizing what that means. “I’ll cooperate,” he rushes, words tumbling over each other. “I’ll tell them everything-I’ll go to the police-I’ll-”

“You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do.”

That stops him. For a second, the room holds still.

I straighten slowly, looking down at him. “And you’re not going anywhere until that happens.”

His lips tremble. “Please… I have a family… I didn’t think—”

“No,” I cut in coldly. “You didn’t.” My gaze sharpens. “And that’s the problem.”

I turn away from him. Because if I look at him any longer, I will stop thinking about strategy and start thinking about

punishment. And right now, punishment is a liability.

“Everyone else is done.”

Silence falls instantly. They don’t understand. Of course they don’t. So I make it unmistakably clear.

“You’re all fired.”

The words land like a gunshot. A few of them shift, stunned. One of them steps forward slightly.

“Sir-”

“Effective immediately,” I continue, not even looking at him. “You no longer have access to this property, this company, or

anything associated with me.”

“But we didn’t-” another starts, panic creeping into his voice.

“You were compromised.”

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That word cuts through everything. Final. Unforgiving.

“And I don’t keep compromised assets.”

No one argues after that. Because they can hear it. There’s no appeal. No second chance. No negotiation.

Theo exhales slowly under his breath. Camille looks like she’s trying to process it. Devin doesn’t react at all.

The rest of them leave. Quiet. Tense. Gone.

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