Inside Job Brett Novels & Stories

The old man said with a bright beaming smile which I was glad to return, at least he wasn't being an ass like her little mistress here. “Yes, Mr. Bede. Five subsidiaries.” I said and fixed my glare on Janelle who looked like she was having a hard time swallowing the food in her mouth. “That’s great. Speaking of businesses, I was hoping to be the next COO, I think Dawn can use some help at the office.” Brett said with a small smile, and right, I figured that Brett wasn’t so bad. The problem was his a-hole mother who didn’t know when to back off.

Today, it was contorted with fury. He signalled to the guards who left and gave Brett the stink eye. At the sound of the closed door, a table went flying, missing Brett by roughly three inches. "JUST ONE JOB! ONE JOB! " came the angry words. Knowing he would soon die, Brett kept his silence, buying himself a few minutes. His heartbeat increased when his boss walked over to him, grabbed his collar and yelled again. " WHAT DO YOU THINK I RUN HERE, BRETT?! A CHARITY?"

The way he did everything. Brett operated out of a small office in Chelsea. Third floor of a building that had seen better decades. No sign on the door. No name anywhere. The kind of setup that said I find people who don't want to be found and I prefer nobody finds me either. Marcos had found him in forty eight hours. He stood outside the building on a Tuesday morning with a coffee he didn't drink and watched how Brett arrive at eight seventeen. Unhurried. That kind of man who had moved through the world like he had already know most of what it might throw at him.

"I'm Lyra Everdeen, please cooperate!" I introducing myself to my comrades. I was a little nervous and at the same time, I was happy that I finally got hired. I think this is a good start for me, I got a place to live that is very comfortable and close to my workplace and I also got a job even though the salary is not that big, but I think it doesn't hurt to stay like this for a while. "Lyra, for your first assignment, can you arrange these detergents on the shelf?can you do that?" asked the manager.

Meanwhile, Shayla would end up with an offer from the company instead. However, I hit the jackpot and ended up winning 50 million dollars. She landed the job without a hitch, while I stayed home every day, living off the interest and leading a carefree life. Yet, nothing went her way at the company. Her pay was low, and she kept getting bullied by others. In a fit of fury, she shoved me off the rooftop. Shayla shot me a smug look. "I won't be attending the company's interview. Since you like to work this much, I shall give you the spot."

The problem was, I wasn’t sure what I wanted. “No. I think Kyle took detailed reports on everything anyone did. Secrets are going to come out.” The door shook again. “Might as well answer that. You can go change, I’ll find something and head right back to the office.” The muffins looked good, but so did the crackers…. “About time…” Brett looked annoyed. “What is…” Her eyes looked down at Maddox’s shorts before she looked at him with a huge smile on her face. “Nevermind.”

But considering the raise I would get next month, I decided not to argue with him. The end of the quarantine in Osborn’s neighborhood meant that both Osborn and I had to return to our daily routines of going to work. The difference was that I started work at 9 AM every day, while Osborn went to the office whenever he felt like it. However, just like me, he woke up early and even prepared breakfast. "Let’s stay focused for our first day back to work," Osborn said, sipping his coffee and giving me a gentle reminder, "Remember, you represent not only yourself but also my reputation."

"That's just the basic work of an assistant , but if it makes you feel any better, I'll have you know the guy secretly enjoys all the hustle and bustle he gets up to. Besides, I pay all my employees quite handsomely, thank you very much." "Hmm," Brett spoke, swiping across his phone and barely acknowledging the prideful words uttered by his brother. Once they reached the elevator, Dave the button to go up and looked at Brett. "You do realise that we're doing exactly what Grandma Hally always tells us not to. I'm sure she won't appreciate our actions when she finds out." Brett looked up from his phone and shrugged. "When she does find out, hopefully I would have done all the talking that I wa

Everything falls under its own weight. Brett goes to his company, he knew that he was smeared with corruption, a large part of the income that entered his company came from illegal businesses, which he disguised as real businesses, much of that information was deposited in his office and in the system of the company. He couldn't believe that someone had denounced him, he had always overseen keeping that information very confidential and only he was the one who had access. During the way to the office, he began to remember something about the reports that Andy had sent him with Lauren, but he realizes that he had not read any, Brett feels how anger invades him immediately, and he remembers th

But although they are werewolves, it is obvious that they are trying to hide their identities by playing like normal human being. ‘Which means, they should have works on their own,’ Maxine said to her mind. After a short silence, Adam gave her the answer. “We have jobs.” Brett crossed his legs. Then he added, “I am working in fashion industry. Chandler owns this hotel. And Adam owns an airport.” Simply to say, they are rich enough to have time visiting places whenever they want. ‘But CEOs and owners are usually busy,’ Maxine thought. As if Brett has read her thoughts, he said, “We are indeed f*cking busy. But we are giving extra time just to see you. Aren’t we super sweet, baby?”