Garrett Jobless Novels & Stories

"Relax, Garrett. Remember that bar fight we got into? Way worse than this. I'm fine -- just... if I end up with a scar, you better not ditch me." Garrett caught her fist against his chest, his eyes brimming with tenderness. "As long as I'm here, I won't let anything happen to your face." "And if there is a scar... I'll marry you." His gaze was so intense that Scarlett let out a soft little moan and buried her face in his neck. When Garrett looked up, scanning the ER for staff, his voice took on the tone of a man accustomed to giving orders. "I'm Garrett Monroe -- my company supplies half the equipment in this building."

Nova asks in surprise “Reeva? Poor? Dear god no. She’d rather die than be poor. Don’t look at me like that, I said I knew her I didn’t say she was a good person. She thinks poverty Is a choice by gross people” “What the fuck is going on?” Peter asks sounding frustrated. “This leads us to another mystery” I say. “We have some bad news. It’s about Garret. He’s dead sweetheart.” For a moment Nova doesn’t react and just sits there looking at me, I am not sure she heard me before her chin starts to wobble and she starts to ugly cry. The three of us automatically stand and pull her into a group hug. “We are so sorry Noves.” Says Luthor kissing her on the top of her head.

I sat in my car in the parking lot and listened to it and let myself feel it completely, the full weight of what Friday meant, the specific shape of three years of work arriving at a single session with a single name attached. I let myself feel it for the rest of that evening. Then I went back to work. --- Garrett had been making comments since Tuesday. His name was Garrett Cole. Second string wide receiver, third year, the kind of legacy kid who had arrived at Crestfield expecting to be a story and found someone else occupying the space he had mentally reserved for himself. I had been aware of him since preseason in the specific way you were aware of people who had decided you were the reas

I wasn't allowed to keep a personal assistant. Garrett's family was not as rich as Howard. Actually they didn't own any business. As far as I knew her father was a civil servant and her mother taught at some local college. So she was here for a job was not surprising, but as my PA, now that was hard to believe. "Your father appointed me. Sorry I didn't tell you at Kaysha's that I applied for a job here. Your assistant spot was vacant so your father asked me and I said yes." She explained, shrugging her shoulders.

Jorge didn't stop until he saw Garrett. He leaned on the table, gasping for breath: "I can't be the boss, and you can forget about doing it well too. Just wait and see, hahaha. So what if you catch me? I'll take everything I know with me, and you guys won't get any info at all." "Especially you, Garrett." "You parachuted in, ruined all the work I'd put in for years, and even wanted to use me as a stepping stone to get credit!"

“You are correct, sir.” Garret stood up, ready to go. “I’ll... I’ll go and negotiate with the man we want to hire. I have to let him know that the job description has changed.” “Yes, do that, and let me know what he says.” “I’ll get on it right away, sir. You’ll have your grandson soon.” I turned away from him, my gaze falling to the empty glass on my desk. “See that you do,” I muttered. “I don’t want any more delays.”

"Now get out before I remind you what happens to wolves who forget their place." For a moment, I thought Garrett would refuse. Would reveal what he knew about my deception and expose me right there. But he didn't. He simply inclined his head, turned, and walked out the door. Kade watched him go, his expression still thunderous. Then, as if flipping a switch, the smile returned. "Sorry about that," he said, turning back to me. "Good help is so hard to find these days." I nodded, my heart still racing from the confrontation. Whatever Garrett had discovered, he was keeping it to himself for now. But why?

"You could make in one month what you're making in six right now. Give Mira the life she deserves. Send her to a good school. Stop living in a place where the shower doesn't work." "We're fine." "You're surviving. There's a difference." I moved toward the door, opened it. "Thanks for the visit. Don't come back." Garrett stood. Walked to the door without hurry. Stopped in the frame, close enough I could smell the cologne he wore—expensive, wrong for someone claiming to care about struggling packs. "Think about it," he said. "The offer stands." He pulled out another card. Same as before—white, just a number.

"Go ahead if you can. Get every company to stop working with me. Even if you succeed, what does it matter? We'll just move out of Jarrowind. "The world's big enough. There are places even Christian Lane can't reach." Christian was momentarily stunned by Garrett's response. "Garrett, you—" Garrett looked at Christian coldly. "Anything else? If not, I'm done here." With that, Garrett slammed the door shut with a loud bang that made Christian's ears ring. Having been completely rejected, Christian clenched his fists tightly. But before he could do anything, his phone rang. It was Lionel calling. Christian answered angrily. "What?"

"You really believe that'll make him give up? The man's had years to build up assets outside that investment, and he hates you! If he can't pay someone to do the job, then he'll come do it himself! He's not just going to sit back and do nothing because he's broke!" Garrett threw up his hands in frustration and stood from the desk. "Well, we'll see what happens," he said flatly. "If we get attacked at the ceremony, that's what you're here for. I've seen you're not exactly useless. And if nothing happens, then you can say goodbye to this job. With Murray neutralized, you've got no reason to be around my son anymore." Max clenched her fists, swallowing her frustration, but didn't answer. There