Inside Job Brett Novels & Stories

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

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.

Of course, which company will pay as high as Alessandro's corporation? "Excuse me!" Amy beleived that he was just being stupid and then walked out, but as soon as she walked out, she saw a familiar face, he had seen him with Broderick yesterday...oh! his PA. He was the one Broderick collected the hundred dollar he wanted to give her from. "Hi," she greeted and wanted to leave but Brett, Broderick's personal assistant spoke up. "If you leave and tried applying for a job, there is no company in the entire NorthHill that will employ you, none! Not even one," Brett said, his words giving her goosebumps all over.

“It’s Mr. Brett Reed, miss.” Brett? What the fuck was he doing here?! “Are you sure?” Of course, she was sure. It wasn’t like the receptionist was pranking me, and there was no other Brett Reed who knew me. “Yes. It’s the CEO of New Star Media himself. It’s surprising, but yep, he’s legit.” “Thank you, Lorraine. I’ll be there quick.” Grunting, I picked up my damn purse and rushed to the door. I bumped into Wesley there.

Now he was the only family Paxton claimed. Silas grinned. "Thought I saw a bug." "Asshole." Paxton snorted. "Nerd." Brett Jones twisted in his seat and glared back at the two of them. Chances were they'd gotten carried away on that last flight after one too many drinks. "You're both asshole nerds," He said. Brett was a former CIA agent and current fresh meat recruit seeing as he'd gotten fired after helping one of Aegis' own save his girlfriend from a tight spot.