Inside Job Book Alexis Knight Novels & Stories

"I have two younger ones in college, and a sick mom. It’s been tough. My dad died a long time ago and we’ve been struggling ever since. I couldn’t afford college, so I took whatever jobs I could find.” She paused and looked down at her hands. “Some of them were awful. Terrible bosses. I almost gave up… until I got this job.” “Working here?” I asked. She nodded with a small smile. “Best thing that’s ever happened to me. Mr. Knight… he’s not what the gossip says. People outside think he’s this cold, unfeeling billionaire, but here in this house? He’s kind. He pays us well—better than some corporate jobs. And he actually helps people.”

Alex argued. Vincent pressed his lips together to hold back a smile. He could see that Alex's face was already as red as a cooked crab. "Lying to yourself and others is not a good thing, Mr. Knight." Vincent handed Alex a file, and Alex accepted it with a grunt of annoyance. "Don't try to advise me!" Afraid of being fired, Vincent decided not to upset his boss any more. "These are Mrs. Emma Jhonson's medical records," Vincent said as Alex began to open the file.

They studied his anatomy first. Alex Knight sits in the dark, phone glowing in his palm. On screen: a live feed of his penthouse. Anna curls into the couch, knees to chest. Silent tears streak her face. A half-empty wine glass sits abandoned. Her fingers clutch a crumpled newspaper "KNIGHT ENTERPRISES TIED TO MINING DISASTER" headline visible. Alex’s thumb hovers over the intercom. “God. What is this?” hoarse, to himself. He taps the screen. "Chef Greene make Anna the laksa. Extra ginger. The way she likes it.... And leave the chili oil on the side. She’ll pretend she doesn’t want it. She always does."

**Alexander’s POV** The corner office still smelled faintly of Chloe’s vanilla candle even though she hadn’t set foot in it for three weeks. I’d thrown the candle away the day after the lawyer delivered the papers. Couldn’t stand the scent anymore. Angela knocked once sharply, professional then stepped inside with the tablet already open. “Morning, Mr. Knight.” Her voice was bright without being cloying. Twenty-six, Columbia MBA, references impeccable, and a smile that never quite reached calculating eyes. Perfect.

This meeting wasn’t about profit margins or quarterly growth. It was about truth. Alexander spoke first. “Before we proceed with today’s agenda,” he said evenly, his voice carrying without effort, “there is a matter that needs to be addressed publicly.” A ripple of unease moved through the room. Elena inhaled slowly. This was the moment. Alexander turned his head slightly toward her not to seek permission, but to offer reassurance. A silent vow passed between them. Then he looked back at the board. “For years,” he continued, “Knight Global has been the target of internal sabotage disguised as loyalty. Strategic leaks. Manipulated partnerships. Deliberate attempts to destabilize this company

“We'll be starting in about five minutes.” I nodded numbly and headed inside, my mind racing. Christian was Christian Knight. CEO of Knight Industries. My new boss. My wolf was practically dancing with smug satisfaction. Told you. Right. Mate. “Shut up,” I hissed under my breath, earning a strange look from another new hire. I grabbed a cup of coffee I didn't want and found a seat at the back of the room. Maybe I could slip out before he arrived. The rational part of my brain reminded me about this was my dream job. The part that had spent the night in Christian Knight's bed was having a complete meltdown.

Isabella stepped into the elevator,When the elevator doors closed, Isabella finally exhaled. She caught her reflection in the mirrored wall. Hollow cheeks. Big eyes. Lips bitten raw. Her fingers trembled as she clutched her papers, but she told herself it didn’t matter. If she could just survive the next hour, she’d have a job. A place to sleep. A life. No more running. The office was enormous. Glass walls. Black marble desk. A skyline view that stretched across Manhattan like a painting. And behind that desk sat the man himself. Damian Knight.

I tell him I grab Alexis and pull her out of there. When we get back to the car she drives to Axel and Austin's office and we all go in. Alexis POV I sigh and continue into the building. The guard nods at me and I nod back and take the elevator to the very top. When the doors open every jumps out yelling surpirse. I smile and make my rounds hugging everyone. "Thank you everyone. I can't wait to be working with you all." I say smiling

Something is really fishy. The elevator made a "ding" sound as I slowly stepped inside the ninth floor. I stared in awe as I look at the elegant and elaborate gold and black interior design. It looks so expensive. Maybe more expensive than the president's room. Ms. Kase Wolfgang, the assistant, was not at her desk so I just quietly put the paper down on her table. Her desk was located in front of the CEO's room. Now, let the mission begins! I slowly turned as my heart pounded heavily. This is it! Now I can confirm if our CEO's bald or not!

“Former Mrs. Knight. Current mother of three. Put me on air. Now. Or I call Bloomberg.” _Hold music. 10 seconds._ Then: “You’re live with CNBC Squawk Box, Mrs. Knight.” _Deep breath. 142 BPM. Steady._ “My name is Bethany Knight,” I said. “12 days ago I gave birth to twin girls at 32 weeks while my husband’s stepfather’s sealed juvenile record was being illegally leaked to destroy his company.” _Silence on the line._ “8 minutes ago,” I continued, “Reese Calhoun, currently incarcerated in L.A. County Jail awaiting trial for fraud, was appointed interim CEO of Knight Industries after a hostile takeover he orchestrated from his cell.”