Brett Hand Inside Job 소설 & 이야기

"Funny how things work out." Cedric kept his voice level. "What do you want." Brett leaned slightly toward the camera. "I want to deal. For real this time. Help me go after the people who left me in that cell while they walked free, and I'll give you something you've needed for a long time without knowing you needed it." "What." Brett looked at him through the screen. Just for a moment something in his expression shifted, not cruelty, not performance. Something more complicated than either of those things.

Brett reached into an inner pocket of his jacket and withdrew his phone. He speed-dialed, then lifted the phone to his ear, his eyes locked with mine. "I’m back at the office. Something urgent needs my utmost attention. I'll be running Forty-five minutes late. If that won’t work for Ryant, reschedule." He hung up, casually dropping his phone back in his pocket. "Forty-five whole minutes. I'm definitely going to be fed." Daisy's husky voice sounded with want. Reaching down, Brett adjusted himself, then approached Daisy, his eyes smoldering her whole body. With methodical deliberation, he removed his vest, tie, and shirt.

No one else will ever know. Worried she wouldn't believe me, I raised my hand in a vow, swearing on my own integrity. Only after my repeated promises did Ms. Lawson finally let out a sigh of relief. As she got dressed and was ready to leave, her phone suddenly rang. She took it out of her bag and glanced at the screen. Her expression changed instantly. I craned my neck to peek at the name on the screen. It was a man's name. "Ms. Lawson, is Gavin Tate that boyfriend who couldn't… um… make you feel anything?" I asked.

Lucy asked, "How did you get my number?" Brett was taken aback for a moment. This woman was composed and not easily swayed by the lure of profit. Interesting! "Ms. Everhart, how I got your contact information isn't important," Brett replied smoothly. "What matters is the substantial salary I'm offering. If you're interested, we can arrange a time to meet." He didn't even know if she had a design certificate, yet he had dangled an exorbitant offer in front of her. Anyone else would have been overjoyed, but Lucy found it highly suspicious.

He took one of Brett's hands and placed it on his chest. "Hmm. You're right, but suit yourself…. Look over there, tell her now when she's still outside the Palace, you don't want to tell her when she gets inside, now, do you?. Good luck Brother, because I'm sure you'll definitely need it. Now, if you'll excuse me". After that, Brett left Rhett, with his intentions of finishing his work concerning cleaning up.

I explained to her. Her eyes lit up and she nodded. "Okay, I will brace up. You need to leave now. Brett will soon be here," She said and my brows furrowed. "Brett?!" How did that fucktard— the question didn't even finish forming in my head as everything cleared up. My father mentioned the possibility of Gianni having a boss. I couldn't believe Brett Harrison was this boss. "Brett is their ring leader and he will not hurt me as long as he thinks he is still in control. You need to leave now," Arianna insisted.

Chase wasn’t bad at his job, but I wondered why he applied if he didn’t like the work he had to do. As far as Brett, I haven’t officially talked to him. He seemed nice, but either he was mute or didn’t see the need to speak. Brett was also the most advanced intern out of the three, not including me. He was also the only human on the team, which I had a feeling why he kept to himself.

He reached for Heather's hand, relieved that she had obediently handed over her phone to the authorities. "Heather, I knew I could count on you," he said with satisfaction. "Don't worry. I won't be in too much trouble. From now on, you can rely on me." Brett had long prepared for this, having orchestrated everything so that Heather's father would take the fall. Now that the scandal had broken, he had no qualms about pushing Heather's father under the bus. Heather pulled her hand free. "You smell awful. Go home, take a shower, and change your clothes."

Brett dropped this strong remark that left great impression to all the staffs and models behind the stage. Thus without problems, the show ended magnificently with Brett walking on the runway while wearing bandages on his hand, blood stains on his clothes, piercing, choker, black boots and band-aid. It was a good idea, and risky at the same time, to add new theme that can match his worries. Brett then rested inside his office after the long day. He put his feet above the table and sighed. "I wanted to grab some beer with Adam." Thinking about it reminded of that scene he saw on Wayne residence; the time when Adm and Maxine have kissed.

The way he did everything. Brett operated out of a small office in Chelsea. Third floor of a building that had seen better decades. No sign on the door. No name anywhere. The kind of setup that said I find people who don't want to be found and I prefer nobody finds me either. Marcos had found him in forty eight hours. He stood outside the building on a Tuesday morning with a coffee he didn't drink and watched how Brett arrive at eight seventeen. Unhurried. That kind of man who had moved through the world like he had already know most of what it might throw at him.