Michael Bennett In Order Novels & Stories

“Why?” “Why? You do realize what kind of business Bennet is doing, don’t you?” “I know exactly what he is doing. Now tell me why Michael wanted Bennet.” “I don't know. He only told us to get him. He showed me a picture of Bennett, and we started putting our plan into action. Once we had him, one of my men took him to Michael’s house.” It was true. Uncle Michael told us he had a mission for us. Our target was Bennet. He didn't tell us why. The only thing he said was how dangerous he was and that I should never under no circumstances leave with him alone. I did my research and found out what he did for a living.

This was not Vale’s correction to make. He stepped forward when the sequence ended, his movement precise enough to draw attention without spectacle. “Adjust your timing,” Elias said, voice calm. Renn’s eyes flicked toward him. “My timing is correct.” “It’s inefficient,” Elias replied. A murmur rippled through the formation—small, quickly suppressed. Renn’s jaw tightened. “I wasn’t instructed to take orders from you,” Renn said. The words landed cleanly. Carefully chosen. Elias felt the weight of the moment settle into his spine. This was the fracture made visible, the point where authority either crystallized or dissolved.

It was past midnight when I heard the faint sound of footsteps downstairs. I sat up. The penthouse was quiet and curiosity pushed me out of bed before I could second-guess myself. My bare feet padded softly across the floor as I slipped out into the hall and down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. From the halfway landing, I spotted him. Bennett sat in the living room, a lamp casting warm light across his face. He was in a plain black T-shirt, sleeves hugging his arms, his dark hair slightly mussed. His laptop was open, his fingers typing swiftly across the keys, his expression focused, sharp.

Raul Frey wanders the world, that's why that fool is always gone. "How are you? Who are you with?" "I'm okay. I'll just go with the MIB--- I mean with the... boys," said Bennet, suddenly scratching his head. I stopped laughing. MIB Pfft! I already infected him when I called the MIB to my bodyguards. "Okay," I said. "Off you go, then." Bennet just stared at him. "Hey!" I love him. "Mmmm. What's your plan for the day?" Bennet asked suddenly.

"Where is he?" "Having a shower, but I´d rather carry on with this, anyway." "I could order something from room service then?" "Sure, whatever you like." Beth raps on the door of the bathroom. "Michael? You want to eat?" After a moment. "I don´t think he can hear me over the shower." She orders a light meal for three, just sandwiches and a drink. "They said it shouldn´t be more than ten minutes. I ordered for Michael as well."

I look through mine, but don't see anything particular that I might want. "It's on me," says Bennet to me with a smile, "so get what you want." "Oh, well," I say as I glance at the menu, then look back at Bennet, "I don't really see anything, so I'll let you order for me." "You sure?" asks Bennet with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, you can just get me what you're getting." Bennet shrugs, and does so as the waitress returns. "So," says Bennet as the waitress goes and he turns back to me, "mind a few question from me?"

"Oh? So, according to you, you have a solid plan?" Michael puffed up his chest with confidence. "I wouldn't call it a perfect plan, but let's be real—so long as we have Bane from Advanced Medical Institute backing us, Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division has nothing to fear from Stevens Corporation or the Weller family!" Tiana's voice was icy. "And if things don't go the way you claim?" Michael's face turned red, but he gritted his teeth and declared, "If Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division actually falls under pressure, I'll let you handle me however you see fit!"

“ Maddie immediately stood up and walked to the door, her face full of excitement as she glanced through the peephole. To her surprise, she saw a greasy figure. It was producer Bennett. He was wearing a hat and urgently knocking on his own door. Maddie furrowed her brow. Why was it him? Wasn't Tony supposed to come? Could it be that Tony instructed him to come and negotiate some terms with her? Maddie felt a wave of displeasure and opened the door. As Bennett looked up and saw Maddie dressed so provocatively, a rush of excitement surged within him. "Producer Bennett, do you have something to discuss with me?" Maddie stood by the door and asked. "Well, indeed I do..." "Can we talk about it la

For a second I had forgotten that Michael had stayed to wait for me, so I just smiled and walked towards him. "Are you still at the company?" Bennett asked Michael before approaching me. "Alpha, good evening. Yes, I'm waiting for someone" Michael said as he scanned the entrance with his eyes. In a moment, his eyes landed on me and he raised his hand "Oh, here she comes". At those words, I watched as Bennett slowly turned around and scowled at me. In the distance, I could smell his surprise, but I didn't think anything of it and focused my attention on Michael.

Obviously, Beneon had left in a hurry. Then, Michael held his chin with his hand while he was lost in thought. Why did Beneon do this? Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. Then, Michael looked up abruptly and said to his men, Look up Beneon's ID card and his personal information. Starting from where he lived in Ocean City 20 years ago.""" His subordinates were stunned when they heard this. "Michael, are you suspecting that Beneon is just an alias that he's using?"