Brett Inside Job Novels & Stories

All this was unfolding in front of Ben&Jj's. People were moving to and fro on the road, talking and laughing, but no one was paying attention to us. All the cars and cabs seemed to be speeding. And we had our backs facing the road. I was terrified. Who was this boss of his that wanted to see me? Was it someone I had offended? Why would Rachael want to kidnap me? I mentally face palmed in distress. But Rachael wouldn't kidnap me. What the hell would she do with me? I was only trying to carry out my job as a reporter.

"This little drama of yours is over." I shook his hand off and stood up. A month of training had made me calmer, colder than before. "What drama?" "Faking your death! Disappearing! Making me think you were really gone!" Vito's voice trembled. "Do you have any idea what I've been through this past month?" Then his expression shifted, his sharp instincts kicking in as he scanned the opulent office. "How did you get in here? You must know that ordinary people can't get anywhere near this building. I almost got myself killed by the security outside just to get in."

Beck's face is full of mixed thoughts. "Old man, you are so indecent, you are ready to be a grandfather. He sat there, his shirt open three buttons, and on his lap was a female employee of his room, happily bending back and forth. He didn't chase, but he did laugh, very satisfied.The door was closed, the force was so incredible that everyone who saw it had to stop breathing.That door, It... Slap... Do... Two?Gajeel pushed the other employee to the ground, her limbs now shaking violently. Sanna! Gajeel has never been afraid of anyone except for Richard, but today, for me, the sky has fallen.

*** Brett was outside when I pulled into the drive. Standing near the garage with his phone in his hand, looking at it with the studied casualness of a man who wanted to appear occupied rather than waiting. I knew the look. I had used it myself on nights when Jace was late, and I refused to let myself stand at the window like I was counting minutes. He glanced up as if just noticing the car. "Hey." He pocketed the phone. "Good drive?" "Yes. Just needed the air." "Where'd you end up?"

Somehow Brett managed a friendly smile. Brett was former CIA. Former only because he'd opted to do the right thing and help out another of Silas' housemates in a pinch. Doing the right thing had gotten Brett fired from the CIA. Zain had scooped Brett up immediately. Between the man's field experience and his proven record, he'd been a quick recruit. It also stood to reason he knew how to talk to people in stressful situations. But the man was accustomed to leading and giving orders, not working as part of a team.

When he finally walked back into her office, his expression was one of deep concern. “IT confirmed that the breach was sophisticated,” he said. “They’re working on identifying how the intruder bypassed our security measures. In the meantime, we need to prepare for the possibility that this could be an inside job.” Marianne’s heart sank. “An inside job? But who would want to do this? And why?”

Since the company’s business got better, more people started interviewing me too. Whenever they did an interview with me, they would always ask about my failed marriage, but I no longer cared about the pain. I presently was the president of Fulfilled Dreams. The past was simply the stepping stones to my success. In the afternoon, my assistant called me to tell me that the project in Auropa had gone on smoothly, and the project could bring us at least fifty million dollars in revenue. I had expected this, so I said nothing else aside from telling him to follow up on this matter.

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?"

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

“During the past four days, did anyone by the name of JD Collins check in?” “Depends on what you will do with the information,” he responded. “I just want to confirm a rumor before I call an assassination hit,” I said in a cold, lethal tone. “Am I going to be implicated?” “Did I ever get you into trouble?” I asked back. “Give me five minutes,” he said before hanging up. Brett stared at me for a long moment and then he shook his head in disapproval. “What?” “If your father knew you’re using some of his employees like that, he will kill you, bro.”