Garrett Jobless Novels & Stories

"Garrett Reid." Karl and I looked at each other. I did not know that name. Karl's expression said he did not either. That was the problem — six months of Meridian monitoring, two accord calls with Webb, Sora's Oslo debrief, Budapest, Tobias's case files, and Garrett Reid had not appeared in any of it. "Give me a number for your employer," I said. The man reached into his jacket — slowly, both of us watching — and produced a card. I took it.

"Don't worry about it, Leslie. I'll call someone to clean this up." Still chuckling, Garrett gets up and walks to his desk. He looks small in comparison with the giant piece of polished Italian wood in front of him and huge windows that stand behind him. As Garrett picks up the phone on his desk, I finally take the chance to let his words travel through my mind completely. Without my espresso entirely in the way. First and foremost, Garrett is retiring. Not only is he retiring, but I'm the only one who knows he is retiring, based on his technical enforcement upon me to vow secrecy of the heart wrenching announcement until Monday.

“Really?” Chance shrugged. “You said you had a temper.” Even when Jaxon switched his attention back to Garrett, Chance didn’t let go. “What can I help you with?” Jaxon sounded so damn calm. Garrett snorted. With his blond hair pulled back away from his face and muscles flexing on the crowd’s behalf, Garrett was getting more than his fair share of looks from the other men in the club. If only they knew how ugly Garrett was on the inside, Chance thought bitterly. “You can get the fuck out of my way. This has nothing to do with you.”

:) ~ The Street Fighter Garret has had a difficult life. His parent's died when he was 10, and he got moved around for 4 year's in foster-care. He finally find's a home where he feels like he's family. He has a mom, dad and a brother... 4 years later things happen and everything start's to go wrong. People start dying and people who you thought you knew, show you a whole different side of them. Garret find himself distancing himself from everybody. because if he's not close to anybody, they cant get hurt. Right?

"I will keep you informed about the big meeting and other plans. In the meantime, you also need to settle all your affairs in Apex Builders and Co. as soon as possible. Because if everything goes as smoothly as we predict, you won't be here anymore within three months, Garrett. Garrett had to leave Crestdale. He had to move to a place where the Pacific Energy building proudly stood. Ashford City awaited his arrival. "Of course." About thirty minutes before noon, as Nelson was tidying up all the documents on his desk, something suddenly occurred to him. Something he hadn't asked since the night Garrett had announced his decision. "By the way, I'm curious about something." "What?" "How did you

Garrett shrunk his aura back, just enough for the asshole to breathe. Dylan chose his next words carefully. “Garrett.” Garrett’s eyes burned with anger and bitterness. He stopped Dylan before he could continue. “You don’t get to call me by name.” He gulped. “Mr. Jones. I could use the support of your company, so that my investors feel secured.” Garrett chuckled. “Your half-brained daughter not doing a grand job? That’s rich!”

After about twenty minutes of waiting and I could feel my father already growing impatient , Garrett finally walked in , with Kendall, her uncle Damien and a member of the eclipse pack that Kendall had once introduced me to , Linda. "Hello , Henry Marshall. " Garrett greeted my father and stretched out his hand for an handshake. Garrett was a five foot man and looked nothing like his personality. He looked like a regular man , not a very ambitious and powerful Alpha, who would kill anything or anybody standing in his way. My father and Garrett exchanged pleasantries and Garrett finally looked at me , "Zayne! How are you? You're officially welcome to the Garrett mansion." "Thank you Mr Forres

I sent it, watched the little checkmark turn green, then powered the phone off, pulled the card out, and dropped both into the small dish on the console. Hiring Garrett had been the reflex of someone frightened and out of her depth, trying to keep pace with men who'd been playing with hidden money and quiet threats long before she'd ever sat at that table. If Killian could find a private investigator inside of twenty minutes, then keeping one around wasn't protection. It was just one more handle for him to pull whenever he needed to. I stood by the window, watching the last of the pink light fade into cold blue over the skyline.

Garrett clutched his face, eyes blazing. "I hit you. Need me to pick a better day for it next time?" "I" smirked. "What—you can parade your mistress around the house, but I can't defend myself? Garrett, do you honestly think every woman on earth exists to orbit you? Take a good look in the mirror. Strip away the Ashford name, and what exactly do you have to show for yourself?" "That business acumen you're so proud of? You managed to lose $300 million on a simple acquisition—and your father-in-law had to step in and clean up the mess."

If he could not get treatment, what would happen to him? "You should've thought about this before you did all this. Now, I'd like to announce that I've decided to remove Garrett from his position as the director of the Pharmaceutical Administration in Gardenia. Notify the entire Steinberg." When Garrett heard that he had only been fired, he felt slightly relieved. However, before he could relax completely, Zeke continued, "In my capacity as the Chief Director of Steinberg Pharma, I will send out an official announcement to all the medical institutions in Steinberg and command them not to offer any kind of treatment to Garrett and his family members!"