Brett Hand Inside Job Novels & Stories

I kept my voice steady, even as my heart hammered. “What do you want, Brett? I’ve got no money. Nothing you’d want.” “Oh, I disagree,” he said, his friends fanning out to circle me. “We’ve got unfinished business from this morning. You embarrassed me in front of my crew. Nobody does that.” One of them grabbed my arm from behind. I jerked away, but another shoved me hard against the damp brick wall. The air rushed from my lungs. “Let’s see how high and mighty you are without your little human shield,” Brett growled, grabbing the front of my jacket.

Since Logan was so eager to play the devoted son, I decided to help him live up to the role. I planted a rumor that there was a way to get Pauline out of prison. Logan, desperate, took the bait without a second thought. Every asset he fought to strip from me in the divorce? They flowed right back into my hands through the trap I set. Next, I packaged a little gift—a video recording that would bury him. Then I hired a hacker to drop it into his company's group chat. Within hours, the video spread like wildfire. Logan was fired on the spot for "damaging the company's reputation."

Meanwhile, Shayla would end up with an offer from the company instead. However, I hit the jackpot and ended up winning 50 million dollars. She landed the job without a hitch, while I stayed home every day, living off the interest and leading a carefree life. Yet, nothing went her way at the company. Her pay was low, and she kept getting bullied by others. In a fit of fury, she shoved me off the rooftop. Shayla shot me a smug look. "I won't be attending the company's interview. Since you like to work this much, I shall give you the spot."

My phone kept vibrating in my hand - my sister, my boss, the company's PR team - but I couldn't bring myself to answer. He finally turned, eyes dark. "You saw it?" I nodded. "Everyone saw it." His hand went through his hair. The motion was violent, desperate. "Someone did this from the inside. It wasn't an external hack." His words sank into me like lead. Someone inside his empire had done this - and now, I was standing in the ruins beside him, equally guilty in the world's eyes. I tried to steady my voice. "What do we do now?" He looked at me then, really looked. The man who'd once been pure confidence now looked carved out of pain. "You go home," he said quietly. "I'll fix this."

He stood up and continued to look for another hunter. After walking for a short moment, he stopped when something hit his shoes. Brett looked down and felt his heart jump out of its resting place. “Fuck.” He cursed. It was a head. Woman’s head. “Cristy,” Brett muttered. Romy gulped hard. This was the woman who paid him to turn a blind eye to whatever would happen in the ground today. Never in his wildest dream could he think something like this would occur. Brett looked around and found a flock of ravens had eaten several body parts. Brett fell flatly on the soil. This was insane. Death case during the test was never this brutal. He was frustrated since he did not know how to report to Logan

It just wasn’t what was on my mind at the moment. “You? Worried?” He sounded surprised. “That leaves me to do what?” he asked, laughing out. I just smiled. “I don’t know what happened to you of all people’s confidence, but I can assure you on your behalf that you’ll do well.” He took my hand and squeezed and that minute of all time Mr. Brett decided to walk into the class. The first place his eyes landed on was on our hands. I removed my hand immediately from Jason’s grip and watched Mr. Brett ball his hands into fist. He raised his gaze to look at me. It wasn’t showing in his face, but from his eyes I could see something, not exactly anger, but irritation. I lowered my gaze.

"Hold on, Jess. I'm going to talk some sense into her now!" Gregory pushed the door open and kicked an empty liquor bottle on the floor into the room. Scared, Harry burst into tears. "What the hell are you doing? Jess is still around too!" I took Harry into the bathroom to give him a shower. Gregory finally noticed that I was in a bad mood. He scratched his nose and treaded over slowly. I announced just then, "I got fired. I plan to stay at home and take care of Harry for the time being." Gregory was momentarily stunned. "Has your boss gone mad? Aren't you a team leader in your department? Is it possible for you to lose your job just like that?"

My stomach churned as it reminded me of why I was back after seven years. “Good to know, son. Good to know.” Another cheer erupted and glasses clinked simultaneously from where Brett was playing. A skin-head, bulky man cursed fiercely, face reddened with anger. “He won,” I confirmed. “Yup, poor man. He doesn’t have any idea who Brett is,” Jett concurred proudly. Brett was a pool shark. Sadly, he stopped competing when his grandma died almost four years ago while he was on States tour. At the corner of my eye, I saw the framed photo of Brett and his team. Other photos were The Minnesota Fats’ Rudolf Wanderone and The Filipino’s pride The Magician Efren Bata Reyes.

"It's complicated." "Try me." I hold up my left hand. "We're engaged now, remember? That means we face things together." "Jamson used to work for me," Brett says finally. "Years ago, when I was first building Graham Industries." "What happened?" Brett moves to the railing, gripping it until his knuckles turn white. "I fired him for stealing client information and selling it to competitors." "So why is he contacting you now?" I move beside him, studying his profile in the moonlight.

When Brett raised his hand, Cathy saw the tattoo, it had a human face and a name was inscribed on it but that name she didn't know what is it, she closed her eyes to recollect the tattoo then she opened it "It's you, you are the man under the mask," Cathy yelled. "What are you saying, Cathy?" Whitney asked. "It's him that tried to kill me, he is the boss that Linda works for, yes, he is the one that was after me, it's him, the tattoo." Brett laughed dryly.