Inside Job Brett Novels & Stories

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?”

"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.

"What has Brett been up to lately?" Rhett shrugged. "We set up a few chain hotels at Crestview City this year, but they weren't doing too well. So, he went over there to work on it." Lucy was slightly surprised. The Eberhard family owned hotels in all corners of Clusia. It stood to reason to think that there were a lot of people working for Eberhard Group. She couldn't believe that the CEO had to handle this stuff in person. Lucy wondered if it was because Brett's employees were too incompetent or because Brett was too diligent in his work.

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.”

The office atmosphere instantly became extremely tense. Many employees get fired just because the error is very small. The position of the table his secretary empties without intending to find a replacement for Erika. Perfect Jimmy has changed into monsters to employees in the group Adinata office. He will change while in the room. He could only sip a few glasses of alcoholic beverages only to eliminate the shadow of Erika that always haunted him. He is very, very, very missed by his wife. But how do so that he could find Erika?

“God.” She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. The answer was already there in the way she stood—solid, unhurried, present. The studio began to empty in stages. Brett was first, stretching his shoulders with exaggerated groans. “I’m going to eat something that isn’t a bar.” He sniffed his hoodie, grimaced, and muttered, “And I’m doing laundry.”