Benson Get Back To Work Novels & Stories

Mr Benson chuckled, "okay, sweetheart. You aren't a baby, I agree. But I'm telling you the truth, I'm not fighting anyone." "Okay," She pouted. "You know, the boss isn't around and a lot of files need to be signed and so much stuff like that that yearns for my attention," He further explained. "Okay," Pamela smiled. "Tell me more about your work," She brightened up. "Sweetie, Your father is driving. His full concentration should be on the road." Mrs Benson, her mum, interrupted. As usual she was about to pout again when Mr Benson spoke, placing his palm on his wife's palm that laid on the armrest. "It's okay, honey," He squeezed her palm, "I'll just talk, I won't look back."

“If you’re interested, I can sell you all my shares.” Mr. Scott’s voice caught and went silent for a long moment. Then he said he would think about it and hung up. I had no idea when Jason came back. He appeared behind me right after I hung up. His voice was cold with a hint of surprise. “Sheena, to whom were you talking? Are you selling something?” I kept my expression blank, but my heart skipped a beat. I chose not to tell him about my plan. “Zayden called. It’s just some recent business contracts for selling certain products.”

“Coming to me like this.... Ahhhh... It must have been daunting. And now I'm curious to find out the actual reason." “I didn’t come to you,” Ethan replied. “You stepped into something I was already handling.” " And there is the Reed I know." Bill Benson sat back fully now, exhaling as he looked at him, and then he rolled his eyes. “I’ll look into it,” he said at last. Ethan nodded once. That was all he needed as he stood. “And Reed,” Benson added. Ethan halted and turned to him. “If this turns out to be real…” Benson’s expression had lost all trace of amusement now. “…he’s finished.”

I say, stepping out from behind the bar and heading down the hallway toward the back offices. I knock and push open the door to find Mr Benson’s fat frame sitting behind a desk, shouting into a phone while munching on a burger. Seriously, hasn’t the man heard of a salad? Okay why do I even think that. I can be a little judgmental sometimes. He waves me inside with a flick of his wrist, continuing his conversation without pause. "Yeah, yeah, just get the legal documents ready by tomorrow morning. I want to break ground on the new site this week. Talk to you later."

I told him I had found Benson in the forest wandering around and that he appeared to have a head injury. Principal Barbour considered taking Benson to the hospital in case of a concussion. Benson refused when he returned. Then Principal Barbour wanted to call the police, in case his dad had filed a missing person report. But Benson talked his way out of that one as he hadn’t been gone for more than 24 hours.

But I had to try. … I stayed in the car for another thirty minutes. Watched the landscapers finish up. Watched the sun start to dip in the sky. I wasn’t going to confront her today. That wasn’t the plan. Not yet. I needed more time. I needed to think. To figure out how to approach her without making everything worse. I pulled my phone from my pocket, typed a quick message to James. Ashton: “I need enrollment records for Nathan Evans. Anything you can find. Daycare, school, whatever.”

There was a brief rustling of papers, then the investigator replied, “She left for work early this morning, around 7:30. She’s been at her law firm ever since. No sign of her returning home yet.” Damien closed his eyes for a heartbeat, absorbing the information. Then, his voice was quiet but resolute. “Keep watching them. If Natalia returns, let me know immediately. But for now, stand down. I’ll handle this personally.” “Understood, sir.” He ended the call with a final tap and lowered the phone onto his desk. For a long moment, he stood in silence, staring out at the city’s maze of streets and towering glass buildings as his hands flexed at his sides.

He asked. “Do not worry about that. I’ll have it settled.” After processing everything like I promised, I drove off to the café near Caramel’s agency and met Paul waiting for me. “I’m sorry I’m a bit late.” “No. It’s fine. You are a busy man.” Paul said as he sipped his drink. “Alright, I actually came to inform you on a change.” “Which is?” “I released Benson and I want him to attend the dreaded week. He is actually on probation. Let’s view it that way.”

“I’ll get you guys a place, somewhere close, so I can see Siri and stay in her life. If you don't think it would be weird, I can even get you a job working for the team as a physical therapist.” As we currently stood, I did think it would be a little weird to be working for his team, but it was also a job that would get my foot in the door to work other places, and I imagined it would pay well. “I’ll think about it,” I said as we reached the empty top floor, and I pressed the lobby button again. “But, I’ll tell you this right now. I do not want Rob Benson anywhere near our daughter.” Ben hummed, and I watched as his face softened. He looked more like the man I used to know, not the cocky pla

But there was nothing. Lucas handed the pen back and turned toward me. “You work fast,” he said. I said nothing. He tilted his head slightly. “Or maybe… you’re just catching up.” That line didn’t feel like mockery. It felt like a statement. And that made it worse. Benson adjusted his sleeve, then met my eyes. “We’ll be available,” he said calmly. Not a request. Not cooperation. Certainty. Like he already knew I would need them again. Like he knew this wasn’t finished.