Jen Bretty Leak Novels & Stories

“Enough, can we have a peaceful breakfast, “ Joe said, and Brett and Belle became silent. Belle's eyes never left Brett as she gave him a deadly look. “Sebastian, how's your wife?” Anna asked, and Sebastian just nodded. “She's fine,” “Brett, did anything happen last week?” Joe started talking, and Brett froze on the spot. “N…Nothing happened,” “You beat a man up till the extent he had an internal injury, the news are crazily talking about it. I kept quiet thinking you will handle the media well but I was wrong, you have a poor management skill” Joe spat out. “Uncle……I…will….handle it,”

“Plug it in.” Brent raised his brows, then did as I asked. The moment the folders opened on his screen, his face paled. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, clicking through the images, the emails, the financial records, the blackmail threats. “Who is this from?” “Jonathan,” I said. “His father’s been collecting dirt. Hacking. Threatening senators. Leaking company files. It’s all there. And he’s just started to release the more personal content.” Brent stared at the screen for another full minute before he finally spoke.

Maybe it was time to fight for something real again. Outside, thunder rolled low across the skyline, and the screens on my phone flickered one last time with the words everyone was already repeating online: “Leaked Tape Scandal Rocks the League: A Disgraced Captain.”

“The stock dump from the fake scandal will make the buy-in cheap. We’re already staging the third-party purchase.” Veronica raised a brow. “And Celeste?” “Soon to be a relic.” But as the words left his mouth, his assistant rushed in, breathless. “Miss Hale, tthere’s something you should see.” On the giant screen, a new headline was rising fast across every entertainment outlet: BREAKING: Celeste Laurent Releases Never-Before-Seen Memo on Shelved Indie Project – Accepts Responsibility, Calls for Industry Transparency Veronica’s smile faded. “She beat us to it,” Bradley whispered. “She leaked the real memo herself.”

Although he was still confused, the fact remained that it was leaked. Rhett lowered his head, looking like a kid who messed up. "I'm sorry, Brett!" Millie and Kate stood at the side. Both of them seemed worried. "I know what I did wrong, Brett. Go ahead and dish out any punishment to me." Rhett fell to his knees and continued, "However, I have no idea who secretly recorded my voice and released it onto the internet at a time like this. "Don't you think that it's a little too coincidental? It's almost as if someone's trying to drive a wedge between us."

"Reina. Come here." I stood. Grabbed my tablet. Walked into his office. He paced behind his desk. Three steps one way. Three steps back. "What happened?" I asked. "Brennan found the leak." He stopped. Looked at me. "It was Morrison. David Morrison. Board member for fifteen years." I let shock register on my face. "Morrison? That can't be right." "That's what I said. But Brennan showed me the evidence. Emails between Morrison and Jonathan Chen. Dates matching the leaks. Payment transfers to an offshore account." Adrian's hands clenched. "He's been selling company secrets for six months."

Lea was flushed with embarrassment and then immediately dragged Annie out of the room. “Please where is the restroom?” she asked from around and after getting a few directions, she was dragging Ann inside the restroom, where the girl just puked the rest of the content she had been holding up in her mouth to the ground. “Disgusting!” Lea cussed and looked away. Brent probably would be waiting for them and this drama queen here just created trouble for her. Brent was having his own troubles with the security at the door that wouldn’t just let him in. “Like hell, I just went out through this door, a few minutes ago.” He complained but they didn’t pay attention to his complaints.

“Apparently journalism.” Brett leaned in, scanning the screen, eyes moving quickly across the lines. His face changed quickly, the way it did when he saw something he didn’t want to touch, nose wrinkling slightly. “Oh. Yeah. No. That one’s a trap.” Paul looked betrayed, hand to his chest again like he’d been wounded. “You too?” Brett shrugged, shoulders rising and falling with exaggerated casualness. “I don’t want to cry on a podcast.” Paul scoffed. “That’s cowardice.”

Brittney My stomach sank to my feet and I grabbed the phone in her hand. Sure enough, my face was plastered over several blogs. ‘Billionaire businessman and his young mistress leaked’ was the headline on most of them. I don't know how but they managed to get pictures of me from a couple of years back in my cheerleading outfit and made a collage with Andre's pictures. Someone even created a meme out of it. In just a couple of hours, the news has had over 10 million views and reach.

The mole and the reason why the client pulled out was still unknown to them. One evening, Emily walked into their office to find James in front of his computer. “Nothing?” She asked, setting a cup of coffee down on his table. “Nothing. It's like we're chasing a ghost.” James sounded distraught. You could tell it was weighing down on him. “What if we're looking at it from a wrong angle?” Emily asked. “What do you me–” Before James could complete his question, Brad busted into the office with a tablet in hand. “We found the leak.” He said.