Inside Job Brett Novels & Stories

He wasn’t ready for something that could change his life forever. Brett squeezed my hand. “Are you okay?” “I’m feeling better. I’ve got new ideas for the scents. I hope Skipper will like at least one sample.” “His assistant told me that he’ll be back next week.” I stared at him in confusion. “Wait a minute. You haven’t talked to him yet?” And here I thought Brett was hiding something from me. I was such an idiot. He shook his head. “He’s busy. The picture you saw at my apartment was on Clyve’s social media account. I just printed it.”

She cried the only thing she could think of was the bin, she jumped in it and closed it, the man was standing close to him when his phone rang. "Boss, I am sorry, she escapes..." "Idiot! Look for her, if you know what is good for you." Brett yelled at him, he ended the call in anger. "Incompetent fools." Brett couldn't believe that his bait was about to be free. He needed to be there as well, but he had to go in disguise, so Cathy wouldn't recognize him, Casper is rushing out when he collides with Craig, he happens to also have a meeting with a client but he is not mentally focused, so he had to adjourn the meeting.

I had still landed the dream job, but my hesitation had cost me the housing. Still, I couldn’t spend my whole life depending on Drew. I needed my own path. “Emily!” My boss’s deep voice echoed through the bar. I bit my lip, forcing down the irritation that rose instantly. I turned toward his office, already pasting on a smile. He stood there, tall and broad-shouldered, hands in his pockets, salt-and-pepper hair slightly tousled. “Ahem.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “See something you like, Emily?”

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.

Oh no, that would be so weird -working for my ex-boyfriend's brother isn't something I want to be doing. “You aren't saying anything,” his words broke me out of my thoughts. “Who's Brett?” Then a question hit me, and I couldn't help voicing it. “Why do you want to know about Brett?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I just want to know more about you,” he answered. “You know, as my personal assistant, it's only right if I know a little bit about your personal life,” he further explained. I thought about it briefly, then nodded in agreement. He's kind of right, he should know more about me since we're going to be working closely together, it might help us get along.

Nothing that sordid ever happened, but I always left this office feeling humiliated. Brett handed me my clothes, and I exchanged them for the remnants of the paper gown, or rather what was left that I hadn't shredded, to toss in the trash behind him. I never had the urge to fill silence with idle conversation, and Brett didn't typically either. His ceaseless rambling showcased his nervousness. "That has to be the most uncomfortable situation I've ever been in. I know it's medical, but the idea of another man in my territory bothers me. Have-"

He questioned. “And why should I be happy? Which kind of husband will be happy to see his wife on the news always when she's not celebrity, and by the way why are you concerned about her,” “Nothing, I was just curious about your wife and found out that she works in this company too. Did your mother get her a job in this company by sucking the CEOs dick?” Brett shaded, and Sebastian just stared at him as if his words weren't affecting him but deep down, it's affecting and he felt like strangling him to death but he does not want brett to die easily. He should have a painful death and beg for death to come.

“Who wants to take my place in this company?” Dorian’s question settled over the boardroom like a cold draft. He stepped inside, let the door close behind him, and walked to his seat without looking at anyone in particular. He set his briefcase down. Sat. Crossed one leg over the other. Then he looked at Mr. Bianchi. Mr. Bianchi looked back at him. “Mr. Keene.” Mr. Bianchi recovered his voice first. “We weren’t expecting you so quickly after your wedding to the CEO.”

His chest was moving up and down like he was trying to control something inside him. "He's a public figure," Brett said. His voice was low. Controlled. "He's on magazine covers. He gives interviews about philanthropy. About giving back. About being a family man." "Yes." "And he laid hands on you. On his own wife. Neglected his daughter." "Yes." Brett started pacing. Back and forth in front of the fireplace. His footsteps were heavy on the floor. "I haven't even told you the half of it," I said. He stopped. Looked at me.

He said that some went on business trips, some took off and some went on holidays and left. When I started to walk to my desk, he called me. "Elena!" "What?" "Mr Brett is leaving on a business trip today evening so he told me to inform you to go meet him." "Okay. Thank you for informing." I walked to Mr Brett's desk, he was working on something. He works even when he's going on a business trip? I let out a sigh and asked him, "Sir..." He turned and saw me and went back to working again. He signalled me to sit on the chair beside him. I sat on the chair as he instructed.