Inside Job Brett Novels & Stories

"It's complicated." "Try me." I hold up my left hand. "We're engaged now, remember? That means we face things together." "Jamson used to work for me," Brett says finally. "Years ago, when I was first building Graham Industries." "What happened?" Brett moves to the railing, gripping it until his knuckles turn white. "I fired him for stealing client information and selling it to competitors." "So why is he contacting you now?" I move beside him, studying his profile in the moonlight.

That would have ruined our plans because the whole point of this stuff is to live with the Bennett Thankfully Brett suggested I remain in the house since I already knew my way around and I could be more trusted than the new guy. At Least he was useful for that, if he hadn't intervened I might have lost the chance to stay at their house. But to be honest that Brett guy looks extremely suspicious to me and I'm going to find out who and what he is. Yesterday I got to find out his mother was the woman with Ariana's father at the interview and his mother David Bennett's assistant. Brett himself brought the bomb to the market, and Ariana one time mentioned that he works in the same office as her D

He could swear he heard someone say “Shameless man.” Doubling his steps with Lydia hot on his heels, Brett stepped into the boardroom and all eyes turned to him the instant that he did. The boardroom members were all complete and the disgust on their faces showed their disappointment in him but he was still their employer so when no one attempted to acknowledge him, the agency’s head of managers hit the long table. “Greet the director.” He ordered. “Good day, Director.” They greeted reluctantly not making any attempt to stand up but Miller did not mind.

Of course, which company would pay as high as Alessandro Corporation? "Excuse me!" I believed he was just being stupid and then walked out. But as soon as I did, I saw a familiar face. I saw him with Roberto yesterday… oh! His PA. He was the one Leonardo collected the hundred-dollar bill from before trying to give it to me. "Hi," I greeted and wanted to leave, but Jack, Roberto’s personal assistant, spoke up. "If you leave and try applying for a job, there is no company in the entire Silvercrest that will employ you. None! Not even one," Brett said, his words sending goosebumps all over my skin.

“Brett isn’t Brett. Real name Dmitri Volkov. Ex-CIA. Disavowed after a black-site operation in Eastern Europe went sideways eight years ago. He’s been working as a freelance fixer ever since. Plays every side. Skims from everyone. Vanishes before the bodies hit the floor.” The room went cold. Gianni stopped pacing mid-step. “How deep is he?” Jax shrugged, but her voice was grim. “Deep. He’s been inside your organization for three years, boss. Recruited most of your middle management. He’s been feeding information to the Chinese, the Russians, and the FBI simultaneously. Playing them all like fiddles while skimming off the top.” Gianni’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “How the fuck did

“I’m glad you have had time to talk with my wife, but we also have a schedule to follow. We need to eat, or we will be late. Is there anything else you need?” “Yes, there is. I need to talk to you about my company.” Brett’s voice softens a bit, but the arrogance is still there. “Well, you need to make an appointment. I’ll talk to you then. However, right now, I’m having a meal with my wife and my in-laws. I will not take time away from them to talk to you.” I bite my lip and hold back the giggle, trying to come out. However, I nearly jump out of my seat when Brett growls, “No. I have to talk to you right now.”

Harry slammed the table and said, "You put on quite a convincing act. Your boss might've said that, but what he didn't say is that when your client is Brett, you will have to drink no matter what!" Brett liked what Harry said. He lifted his chin at me and continued, "You won't be able to save enough to buy a bottle of this even after working your whole life, you country bumpkin. Come on, pour the wine!" Harry immediately played along. "Brett is right. Who knows? Maybe he'll enjoy it. The only fitting job for a poor loser like him is to stand here and serve us." The two of them chortled mockingly. I looked at Zyla. She remained silent the whole time as she sat beside Brett. Occasionally, she

I should have known. I sigh heavily, knowing my boss would pull a stunt like this. Instead he sent over two guys to replace him, Brett and Jamie. Both have been gang members for a few years. Jamie is tall and skinny with a blonde buzzcut and Brett is built wide, muscular and has dark jet black hair. I get on well with both guys and don't mind going with them instead of Amil. He always did get others to do his dirty work for him. "So we go in, kill Jones and get the girl back basically?" Brett asks me and I nod, pocketing my phone before replying.

Because your name closes doors before I can open them. "I valued the experience." I meet his eyes, refusing to look away. "Building from the ground up teaches you things success can't." "Building from the ground up." His smile is razor-thin, cutting. "Is that what you call it?" The temperature in the room drops. He moves to his desk, sitting with scary grace, and pulls out a folder. My folder. "Aria Holt. Twenty-six. Daughter of David Holt." He opens the file, though we both know he has it memorized. Every detail catalogued. "Former tech entrepreneur. Currently working as a warehouse supervisor. Former resident of Los Angeles County Correctional Facility."

“Blair, on the other hand, has been an honest and loyal employee for two years.” “Is that all she is?” Jessica asked. That was a little close for comfort. Knowing Blair wanted to keep it quiet for now, he schooled his features to give nothing away. “All my employees are more than just staff, Jessica, you know that.” He made sure his staff liked coming to work. He knew everyone’s name at this office and made it his business to ask after their families. The only one he had stopped asking was Blair, because he didn’t want to know about her life with Dan.