Novel & Cerita Brett Inside Job

Billionaire Romance / Workplace / Power Play Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, dirty talk, consensual office play . . . . Arielle Monroe tapped her fingers against the glass desk, watching the clock tick past 7:56 AM. Dominic Thorne was late. He was never late. For nearly two years, she had worked under the brooding CEO of Thorne Enterprises—emphasis on under. The man was order incarnate, power dressed in custom charcoal suits and Italian shoes, eyes like thunderclouds. And he always arrived at 7:55.

DORIAN And I got the damn job! It felt surreal—like I was standing outside myself watching it happen. But I got it. Ronan had tried everything short of dragging me by the collar to the bar he worked at to celebrate last night, but I declined. Partly because I was still mourning my mother, and partly because I knew how close I had come to blowing the interview. I might have gotten lucky once, but showing up late on my first day at work? That would’ve been the death knell. A level of recklessness even I couldn’t afford.

Alexander The call came in just after I wrapped up a meeting in San Francisco. I ignored it at first—Brett knew better than to interrupt unless it was urgent—but when it rang again, and then a third time, I stepped out of the building and answered. “Brett,” I snapped, already walking toward the curb. “You better have a damn good reason for blowing up my phone.” “We’ve had a situation,” he said. “Near the flagship store. A robbery attempt.”

Did anyone even tell him? Probably not. Why would they? As far as he knew, I was just some woman who’d given birth to him. Not his mother. Not anyone who mattered. My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. **Unknown:** *Welcome back to New York. We should talk. - Lucas Grant* Lucas. I’d forgotten about him. The CEO who’d offered me a job eight years ago. Who’d tried to help when I had nothing. **Me:** *How did you get this number?*

"That's just the basic work of an assistant , but if it makes you feel any better, I'll have you know the guy secretly enjoys all the hustle and bustle he gets up to. Besides, I pay all my employees quite handsomely, thank you very much." "Hmm," Brett spoke, swiping across his phone and barely acknowledging the prideful words uttered by his brother. Once they reached the elevator, Dave the button to go up and looked at Brett. "You do realise that we're doing exactly what Grandma Hally always tells us not to. I'm sure she won't appreciate our actions when she finds out." Brett looked up from his phone and shrugged. "When she does find out, hopefully I would have done all the talking that I wa

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.

Therefore, sitting here has suddenly became so unentertaining. “It’s boring,” Brett said. He closed the folder, and he leaned on his desk. With his cheek on the table, his finger tapped his phone and unlocked the screen multiple times. Until now, he’s waiting for either Chandler or Adam to call him. ‘Serious. Until when they are going to stay like this?’ Speaking of Adam, Brett remembered that he sold him out by telling his sister where Adam lives and what’s the passcode in his house. “My sister did not rape Adam, right?” he asked, and bit his lips because he thought that it might be possible.

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.

Lily flinched uncontrollably, fear written all over her face. Just watching her like that made my chest tighten. Once all the employees had crowded into the office, Sophia scooped up a ladle of water and splashed it straight onto my sister’s face. People exchanged uneasy glances. A flicker of panic passed through the room. Then, from the crowd, a former secretary who had worked under me for two years started clapping. “That’s Mrs. Shaw! That’s our boss’s wife!”