Brett Hand Inside Job Novels & Stories

He never used amateurs. But Brett… Brett had screwed up. The man’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Mason. He struggled to his feet, clutching his broken arm, blood dripping onto the pavement with every step. “Boss!” he cried, his voice hoarse. “Help me! I’m wounded, I can’t go to the hospital. The job didn’t go as planned. Ashley… Ashley was there. Her whole team. It was hell. A few of my guys are dead. The rest got hauled off to the station. I’m the only one who escaped. I came to warn you. To get help for the others—”

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.

Brett, eager to prove himself in his new position of power, had hoped to make a name for himself, only to find himself caught in a devastating failure. And it was clear that this trap had been set by none other than Jason and his influential future father-in-law. A masterstroke, really. As Heather bent down to pick up the scattered documents, Brett's voice cut through the room. "Everyone out. Heather, stay." The door closed behind the aides, and Heather walked over to stand beside him. Brett's appearance had become terrifying. With one leg lost and scars marring his face, he looked more like a disfigured creature than the man he once was. His eyes fixed on her, cold and calculating.

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.

He reached out and violently grabbed the handle, throwing the janitor's closet door wide open. Bret was leaning casually against the doorframe, his phone tucked securely into his pocket and a vicious, victorious grin plastered across his face. "So? We have a deal?" Bret asked, his eyes immediately dropping to track the flush on Victoria's neck. Eden didn't answer him. He just glared at him with a look that promised murder, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white, before he stepped out into the hallway. Bret’s smile widened. He patted Eden’s shoulder mockingly as they brushed past each other, then stepped into the cramped, chemical-scented room and clicked the door shut behind h

Luca says. There's an awkward silence which Brett fills with an introduction. He extends his hand and says, "I'm Brett Dunn." Victoria pipes in, "Victoria Edwards." Luca shakes Brett's hand. "Luca Ferrante." The expression on their faces are incredibly embarrassing. Their eyes pop open and they look at him with their mouths just as open. I avert my gaze. I can't do this right now. I can tell by the way they're looking at me that they're incredibly disappointed in me for not telling them about him, and they're not going to let this go anytime soon.

Everything falls under its own weight. Brett goes to his company, he knew that he was smeared with corruption, a large part of the income that entered his company came from illegal businesses, which he disguised as real businesses, much of that information was deposited in his office and in the system of the company. He couldn't believe that someone had denounced him, he had always overseen keeping that information very confidential and only he was the one who had access. During the way to the office, he began to remember something about the reports that Andy had sent him with Lauren, but he realizes that he had not read any, Brett feels how anger invades him immediately, and he remembers th

ISLA’S POV I was in the middle of reviewing a client report when my phone buzzed with a message from Judith. “Are you seeing what’s trending?” Confused, I clicked the link she sent. My heart dropped. There, in full color and cruel clarity, was a video of Nathan and Lucas—outside Titan Holdings, fists flying, voices raised, with the company’s name glowing like a witness behind them. My breath caught in my throat as I watched Nathan punch Lucas. Again.