Brett Hand Inside Job Novels & Stories

Of course, which company would pay as high as Alessandro Corporation? "Excuse me!" I believed he was just being stupid and then walked out. But as soon as I did, I saw a familiar face. I saw him with Roberto yesterday… oh! His PA. He was the one Leonardo collected the hundred-dollar bill from before trying to give it to me. "Hi," I greeted and wanted to leave, but Jack, Roberto’s personal assistant, spoke up. "If you leave and try applying for a job, there is no company in the entire Silvercrest that will employ you. None! Not even one," Brett said, his words sending goosebumps all over my skin.

Of course, which company will pay as high as Alessandro's corporation? "Excuse me!" Amy beleived that he was just being stupid and then walked out, but as soon as she walked out, she saw a familiar face, he had seen him with Broderick yesterday...oh! his PA. He was the one Broderick collected the hundred dollar he wanted to give her from. "Hi," she greeted and wanted to leave but Brett, Broderick's personal assistant spoke up. "If you leave and tried applying for a job, there is no company in the entire NorthHill that will employ you, none! Not even one," Brett said, his words giving her goosebumps all over.

With that, he pushed Brett towards the wine storage. Brett glanced back at Adam, who gestured for him to go inside. "Go on. I'll take care of this," Adam assured him. Brett grinned and said, "I canceled Agatha's contract. I think that should suffice as payment." A smile crept onto Adam's face. "That's a generous gift." Brett removed the whistle necklace from around his neck and tossed it to Adam. As Adam caught it, Brett dashed into the wine storage. "Hey! You can't go in there!" The guard shouted, rushing towards them. But before he could reach Brett, Adam delivered a powerful punch.

Today, it was contorted with fury. He signalled to the guards who left and gave Brett the stink eye. At the sound of the closed door, a table went flying, missing Brett by roughly three inches. "JUST ONE JOB! ONE JOB! " came the angry words. Knowing he would soon die, Brett kept his silence, buying himself a few minutes. His heartbeat increased when his boss walked over to him, grabbed his collar and yelled again. " WHAT DO YOU THINK I RUN HERE, BRETT?! A CHARITY?"

DAWN POV Something about the “oh-so redeemed” behavior of Brett didn’t add up. Just some time back I was ready to show him a thing or two and break his nice gold-braced teeth once and for all because he was behaving like a sick fuck, and now he was suddenly so good, even asking for a job from Elizabeth? That didn’t make sense at all.

He announced an inner investigation of each and everyone of the employees, dishing out those that could have been acquainted with Thomas. Suddenly it all made sense, how Brittany was transported out of the secret house without anyone knowing, how Thomas broke his phone in the United States, sabotaging Ruben’s safety, the malfunctioning communication device when Brittany died and many other strange events pertaining to work. Ruben leaned back against his chair, face up, hands over his face in deep contemplation seemingly to digest the influx of heartbreaking news.

“I know how insecure you are about me bringing in the funds. But you need to understand that I am a successful business tycoon. I am loaded with cash. Getting a job or not doesn’t bother me. I am totally fine with you not working.” Brett shut his laptop screen and stared at her. “I know you have a soft heart and you are a sweet lady, but I will work anyway. Guess what?!” He asked. “What?” She asked with a tired stare. No attempt to convince him not to workout himself could change his mind. “I am gonna work and there is nothing you are gonna do about it,” he smirked. “O! Really? Mr hardworker!” Naya mocked.

Brett called, coming from behind him and was just about to place a hand on Terence’s shoulder: When a hand grabbed Brett’s hand, preventing him from touching the shoulder. It was Willy Goodwill’s hand! Willy was in his dark customary suit. Willy Goodwill had just ‘emerged’ out of the pure thin air. And he had grabbed Brett’s hand, just before Brett’s hand made contact to Terence's shoulder. “What the–?” Brett exclaimed in surprise. “Trust me, you don’t want to Touch him, It’s no longer Terence,” Willy said hurriedly. “What the hell?” Brett asked incredulously. “Did you just come from the nut house?”

My stomach twisted into tight knots, because of the impend to handover confrontation with him. I moved to the snooker pool in front of him, twirled my waist and feigned playing snooker, but was spying at him. It was what I was instructed to do. I cringed inwardly, as I swayed my waist sideways to attract his attention. I felt so stupid, because I wouldn't in my right mind do such a thing. Then I bit bark laughter that was bubbling in my chest, and transporting it's way to my throat, when I had flash backs of Mr Derrick, my boss, who was swaying his hips and slipping his fingers on his hardened thighs seductively.

I grab his hard cock and squeeze it at the same time. He moans at my touch. He loses control as he lifts my dress up further so that his hands can touch my ass. He lifts me up opening my legs. He pushes my satin thong to the side moaning to himself. He unzips his pants not even taking them off when he thrusts inside of me, fucking me against the wall in the hallway. I gasp at his hardness plunging into me. “Brett wait…what if..” I start to worry that someone will walk in but he is my weakness and my hips start to follow his rhythm.