Brett Inside Job Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Before that, can I know what’s your relationship with Lanceil?” Brett frowned, but he kept the smile on his lips. “When you two met in the orphanage, you really looked like you knew each other. Sir Lanceil didn’t say anything to me.” Brett avoided her gaze and pursed his lips. He cut the fish in front of him, stopped, and threw the knife on the table. Inhaling sharply, Brett stared back at Agatha. “You’re not allowed to know about my relationship with your boss.” His cold voice made Agatha sad for no reason.

Of course, which company will pay as high as Alessandro's corporation? "Excuse me!" Amy beleived that he was just being stupid and then walked out, but as soon as she walked out, she saw a familiar face, he had seen him with Broderick yesterday...oh! his PA. He was the one Broderick collected the hundred dollar he wanted to give her from. "Hi," she greeted and wanted to leave but Brett, Broderick's personal assistant spoke up. "If you leave and tried applying for a job, there is no company in the entire NorthHill that will employ you, none! Not even one," Brett said, his words giving her goosebumps all over.

DAWN POV Something about the “oh-so redeemed” behavior of Brett didn’t add up. Just some time back I was ready to show him a thing or two and break his nice gold-braced teeth once and for all because he was behaving like a sick fuck, and now he was suddenly so good, even asking for a job from Elizabeth? That didn’t make sense at all.

Brett says, but I hear the break in his voice. "For now." I turn to face him. "Brett, what aren't you telling me about Jamson?" "Nothing." But he won't meet my eyes. "He was a disgruntled employee who-" "Don't." I cut him off. "Don't lie to me at least not now." Brett runs his hands through his hair, the gesture achingly familiar. "There's more to the story." "Then tell me." "Jamson wasn't just an employee." Brett moves to the window, staring down at the news crews. "He was my partner. Briefly."

Combined with his own health issues, he ultimately left the company. Recalling a few weeks ago, when he and I had discussed a potential collaboration, I realized something felt off. One day, an ex-coworker happened to invite me out for coffee, so I took the chance to stop by the office. That was when I discovered the person who had taken Matthew's position… was Gavin. He sat in Matthew's old office. As soon as he looked up, we locked eyes. "Hey, isn't that the amazing Claire Simpson?" he called out smugly. "Are you here to congratulate me on my promotion?"

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.

I stop, the words too ugly to say out loud. "Think you're what?" "Sleeping with my boss for job security." The admission tastes bitter. "That's what they'll say, isn't it? Poor desperate Aria Holt, so pathetic she had to seduce the CEO to keep her position." "No one who knows you would think that."

Brett growled softly, pushing off the doorframe. He took three slow, deliberate strides into the dressing room, his massive presence instantly shrinking the expansive space until the air between them felt thin and electric. "I saw the screen before you locked it," Brett said, his voice dropping an octave, heavy and deliberate. "You're standing in my penthouse, preparing to close a fifteen-billion-dollar acquisition that will cement your name in New York real estate forever, and you're pining after a back-alley barista who kicked you out the second things got uncomfortable."