Bennett And Fischl Novels & Stories

After hearing Rachel's slowed, even breaths, Ziggy covered her with the blanket and slowly slipped out of the room. Restarting his laptop, Ziggy quickly moved across countless pop-up windows and completed three transactions. However, he did not switch off his laptop just yet. He squinted coldly as a mocking grin curled the corner of his mouth upward. Among the many requests, one of them was from Mr. Bennet of the Bennet Group. Aside from buying a script, he wanted to work with Ziggy. Ziggy picked up his glass of water nonchalantly and took a sip. He shook his head. The Bennet Group had ample loose ends to tie up, yet they wanted to cooperate?

he answers quickly and stuffs more pizza in his mouth. I raise an eyebrow and wait. It's a technique I've picked up over the years. It works. "We also specialize in fugitive recovery." "You mean like bounty hunters?" "We prefer Fugitive Recovery Specialists." "Uh-huh." I bet they do. A phone rings, shattering the momentary silence in the room. It's not mine. Bennett pulls a shiny silver one from his fleece pocket and flinches at the name of the caller. "Yeah." He stares at me, his face tight in impatience. "Yes, I'm here. Tabitha and I are sharing pizza."

Bennet said simply. The man smiled and I felt like ten days shone in the sky because of the brightness of his smile. "Nicky what?" The man came to me and held out his hand. "Hi! I'm Raul. Raul Frey. Bennet's Executive Assistant..." Eh? I thought Fuji was Bennet's EA. "...alongside Firenze Fuji!" male appendage. Aah. They turned out to be Bennet's two EAs. One is Raul Frey, one is Fuji. No wonder this one is also Bennet's callmate.

Mr Fisher smiled at their bicker which he found cute but didn't linger. He looked at the folders, lingering on one after the other. The silence was pressing and a few minutes felt like ages. Finally, Mr Fisher snapped the folders close and looked at the duo. "I'll be real honest" he began. "You both are good. Too good" he chuckled. "Then, what does this mean?" Lucien asked. Mr Fisher looked at him, his fingers drumming silently on the desk. A small smile marred his lips. "I want you two to work together" he dropped.

Bennett said, “If I were Elijah, I would escape the house too.” “You young people just can’t face reality!” Old Master Tate pursed his lips and picked up his cutlery. “Well, since Elijah’s not here, I suppose we can start eating.” Sally nodded. “Alright, please try…” Bennett sat still and looked at the dishes that Sally had prepared. He did not feel especially close to his daughter and thus did not have high hopes. However, his eyes widened when he placed a piece of fish into his mouth. This… tasted the same as how Natalie prepared it!

“Mia, I have to say, you’ve been a delight today. It’s clear you’re the backbone of this operation.” “Thank you, Mr. Ben—Harrison,” I said, trying not to sound too surprised. Adrian nudged me playfully. “See? I told you people like you better than me.” Bennett laughed, shaking his head. “You two are something else. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about this partnership at first, but after today, I’m convinced. You’ve got my business.” For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Adrian recovered first, shaking Bennett’s hand with a wide grin.

Bennett raised his eyebrows triumphantly and said, "Ms. Coffey, I saw everything that just happened between you and Terry." Heidy's face immediately turned dark. "So you came to make fun of me?" Bennett knew that Heidy had misunderstood and quickly explained, "Of course not, Ms. Coffey, I came to talk to you about collaboration." Heidy didn't think there was any good reason to collaborate with the idiot Bennett, but since he was the heir of the Davison Group after all, she had to save face. "Oh, what kind of collaboration can we discuss between us?"

“What are you suggesting?” “I’m suggesting an alliance,” Bennett replied smoothly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “With my resources and your inside knowledge of the family, I believe we could find a way to... level the playing field, so to speak. Together, we’d have a far better chance of getting what we all want.” Thomas exchanged a wary glance with Leandro before shaking his head. “No, thanks. We’re not interested in whatever scheme you’re plotting.” Bennett’s eyes flashed with annoyance, but he kept his composure. “Suit yourselves. But I’m patient. I’ll be around if you ever change your mind.” He gave them a mocking bow and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

Bennett Watching her skillfully delegate a meeting impressed me. But her attitude of answering the phone during work also made me furious. That’s why Bennett Designer chooses men and women without family commitments. So their time is entirely dedicated to our projects. However, one question is filling my head now: Does Julia Ricci have a boyfriend? A fiancé? Is she married? I huff internally, irritated. A boyfriend calling my architect during her work hours? That’s at least a plausible reason to throw her out.