Inside Job Book Alexis Knight Novels & Stories

“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.”

“ Who are you? “ He says, in a taunting manner. “ I’m the new secretary. Mr. Knight appointed me when he was handling the company instead of Miss Emma. “ She states. “ The same company our employees are shifting to? Don’t you think that’s a bit weird, Emma? “ John questions. “ I.I don’t want to point at anyone. “ I reply. “S..sir it is true that Mr. Knight appointed me but I would never betray the company. I signed a strict contract, I’ll serve 3 years here. I can’t shift even if I want to. Besides working here is working for the Knight Inc. I signed a contract with them, for your company. “ She explains. “So what you are saying is that even though you will work for this company, you’re unde

he dismissed. “Okay sir” she bowed. When leaving she sees Alisha's resentment glare lingering on her. She sighed, wondering what the lady dealt. They just met today, why the cold shoulder and arrogance? “Hey, Mackey. Who's that?” Amy asked when she got to the secretary’s cubicle. “Some new external Architect” she scoffed as she took her seat. “What is the tone for? Like you’re piss” Amy leaned on the counter. “She's a handful bitch” she typed in her password into her computer. She was evoked by Alisha's attitude toward her.

He also noticed that his colleagues had taken a liking to Alexa, which made him even more pleased. As Alexa left the office, she felt relieved that her first day had gone smoothly. She was grateful to Nolan for giving her the opportunity to work with him, and she knew that she was going to do her best to help him succeed. As Alexa settled into her new role as Nolan's assistant, she quickly found that managing his calls, emails, and files was not a difficult task. Nolan seemed pleased with her work, and she was happy to be able to help him out. However, she found it challenging to interact with his coworkers and board of directors without revealing that she lived with Nolan.

President enticed him using the highest position as thee chief of staff, but the cold and aloof Jude rejected totally. This same Jude was the one whom Alexis was able to exchanged blow with and still remained standing. therefore the security trying to stopped Alexis from advancing towards the restaurant, looked to be the biggest joke ever knew and heard, because Alexis just dodge all the men as they all make attempt to stopped her, the men all appeared like they were all slow as a snail to Alexis.

Clemont had told Sicilia that it would be lovely if things were to get interesting between the two. Alexander loves a good deal and anything that would bring profit to his company, so he took Jennifer in. And that is how Jennifer Clement became Alexander Knight’s second assistant. Maya continued keeping an eye on the situation through her mic. Thankfully the process of putting the mic in his clothes was relatively uneventful. The head of security, Rick, did not show up as well. It probably helped that Sicilia was a known accomplice already. On the first day at work, Natasha monitored Jennifer. She tried to explain to her everything. Alexander was there all the time, and Maya also managed to

"Thank you but luck doesn't really have much to do with it. I was waiting out there for an appointment I had come late for and unfortunately missed." "Oh. You had business with my company?" Noah asked. "Yes sir. I did." "Well, thank you again." Alexis nodded then looked at me. "You work for Mr Dimitri at Wolfgang group of companies, right?" "Yes. How did you know that?" "I never forget a face. I saw you at Wolfgang when I went there for an interview." "You didn't get the job?" Noah said. Alexis's face fell. "No. Not really. When it was getting to my turn to be interviewed, I received a call telling me that my mother had collapsed. I rushed out immediately so I didn't get interviewed. Now, I'

I added then dug out my phone and called my secretary placing it on speaker “Hello sir” he greeted “I don’t know how you are going to do it, make a disclaimer to the corporate world that I ‘Alex Alistair CEO of Ace group’ orders that no one should hire anyone with the name Racheal Knight and Anton that does should get ready to lose it all” I order ignoring his greeting “Mrs Alistair?” He asked “Trying to lose your job?” I hissed “No sir” he immediately shot “Do as I have fucking said and make sure the news gets around” I ended the call abruptly

The bills wouldn't pay themselves, and pride wouldn't let her beg for help. Scrolling through listings, one caught her eye: "Personal Assistant to CEO. Immediate start. Competitive salary. Discretion required." It was from Knight Enterprises, the empire run by the infamous Alexander Knight. The man was a legend in New York—cold, ruthless, a billionaire who crushed competitors without a second thought. Rumors swirled about his hidden past, some tragedy that had turned him into an ice sculpture in a suit. Emily hesitated. Working for someone like him sounded like trading one hell for another. But desperation won out. She fired off her resume, her cover letter a polished lie of confidence.

“Get it together, Carter. You cannot crush on your boss. That’s a one-way ticket to unemployment and heartbreak.” She pulled her blanket over her head. But even as sleep finally tugged her under, her hand still tingled faintly where it had brushed his. ----------------------------- Across the city, Alexander Knight sat in his penthouse office, the lights of Los Angeles glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His jacket was draped carelessly over the back of a chair, his sleeves still rolled up. The investor report sat completed on his desk, flawless. Efficient. Exactly as it should be. And yet his mind wasn’t on the numbers.