Barry Bee Benson Novels & Stories

I stepped closer. It looked rugged. Dark finish. Deep scratches across one side. Custom cage. It had weight to it, even just from looking at it. “That’s a Bauer Re-Akt Pro custom,” a thick voice said behind me. “Limited edition.” I stiffened. I didn’t have to turn around to know that voice. But I did anyway. My father—Benson Monroe—was coming down the stairs in a robe, hair still damp like he had just stepped out of the shower. He looked relaxed. Comfortable.

' Louis barked. 'I thought you would grow past living in denial. You're upset because you weren't here to see if for once he would approve of what you're doing here. It's hard to watch you hate someone so much and yet beg for his approval. You really need to get over it.' Bee said 'What are you saying? I'm not nine anymore, Barbara. I defied my father and didn't continue as a lawyer and became a CEO What do I still need his approval for?'

⸻ The door opened again. Benson stepped in. Calm. Collected. Dangerous. He didn’t wait to be told to sit. He simply pulled the chair and sat down, folding his hands neatly on the table. That alone told me enough. This man doesn’t react. He calculates. I pressed the recorder. “Mr. Benson,” I began, “you are suspected of being involved in the death of Mr. Patrick, illegal possession of his property, and unauthorized transfer of company funds belonging to him and his brother.”

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

" He asked sitting down behind his desk which was buried with paper work. In fact his entire office was kind of a pig sty. It was gross, and the blinds to his windows were open about halfway which let in some sunlight which showed off the cigarette smoke that floated around is office. "Sorry about the mess and smell dear, working in an asylum isn't an easy job, nor is running one." I waved it off as if I wasn't even bothered by it when I actually was. "I understand Mr. Baxter." I said with a warm smile. "You have any experience?" He asked not looking at me much. "Well I have worked for my neighbors in my apartment cleaning and cooking for the elderly when they needed it or young mothers who

Benson said and laughed out loud calling the attention of everyone to them. "Nervous? I'm excited because I can finally get to show you that you're nothing but an empty barrel that just makes noise. I get to show everyone that I, Scott Anderson I'm not a push over. I get to show these old men here that their time have passed and I'm the boss now. Why not sit down and let's get to it. I don't want to waste my time here" Scott said with an evil grin on his face.

He’s studying to be a psychologist and I know he’ll be great at that. Benson is the youngest of us, born six minutes after Ajax. He’s the charmer, the most mischievous and outgoing of the three of us. He’s smart but tends to hide his intelligence behind jokes and cocky grins. He’s studying to be an engineer and he’s on schedule to graduate at the top of his class.

She whispered a silent promise to each of them: they would not fall today. As the explosions continued, the barrier shimmered with each impact, absorbing the energy and redirecting it into the earth. Marissa's mind raced, recalling the lessons of her elders. She had been trained for moments like this, but the reality of combat was far more intense than she had anticipated. She could feel her energy waning, the toll of maintaining the barrier weighing heavily on her.

one girl asked her boss. "You don't know him, that's why you're saying this. He is Aaron Benson, one of the top CEOs in the world. He is so workaholic, works straight 16 hours, and even sometimes forgets to have lunch or dinner. He never wasted a single second of his life. " her boss replied to her assistant. "Still, isn't he nervous about whether he will get a contract or not?" "no" her eyes popped out, listening to the voice of the person about whom they were talking.

Maybe that's why he was chosen to be the one to train all the Scarletts. "You can only call him Honey. Not Mr Gunn, not his first name, just Honey. Only Honey is allowed." I laugh thinking how awkward it would be during our first meeting next month that I have to call him Honey straightaway. "He would call you B," he ignores my laugh as he always does, being totally serious during our class, "Which stands for Baby. Or Bee the zzzzz. I'm not sure myself but it will be B for you. Or anything he feels like calling you. But the default would be B so whenever he calls B or mentions B, that would be you."