Dwight Schrute Mose Novels & Stories

Dwight sat slumped in his leather chair, scrolling through his phone contacts with a heavy sigh. His mansion felt larger than ever, echoing the silence that surrounded him. He had a critical employees' meeting to attend, but there was no way he could make it. His head was a mess, and he couldn’t find anyone in his contacts that seemed competent enough to handle it. His thumb hovered over several names, but none of them felt right. Exasperated, he decided to call his CEO, Pamela. Maybe she could find a replacement for him.

Sheldon immediately froze upon hearing this, but soon snapped out of his stupor and replied, sneering, "Are you an idiot? Mr. Mosier is the chief-of-police, which makes us our boss, so of course we know him! Why do you ask? What is the meaning of this? Are you trying to tell me that you're good buddies with Mr. Mosier? You think you can scare me? You're an imbecile! You expect me to believe that a nobody like you would be in league with Mr. Mosier, of all people?

Kaze explained. The smile on Dwight’s face grew wider. “I see. You had me back there.” He finally felt at ease. After lunch, Dwight got up and did the dishes before he headed to the Viper’s Den. This time, his arrival at the Viper’s Den did not go unnoticed. Many people nodded and greeted him. After greeting them, Dwight went straight to Morris. “Morris.” Dwight went into the office and saw several guys chatting at the table with tea and biscuits.

Shaking his head, he looked to the side for a moment, hiding the faint smirk playing across his lips before he faced me with a serious look on his face. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something. For a moment, I’d completely forgotten about my parents or Alpha Julian and the purpose of their visit to the Crescent Moon pack. ‘That’s the magical effect of Dalton.’ Sierra chimed in, dazzled by Dalton’s presence and worry for us. ‘It’s Alpha Dalton for you,’ I told her sternly. ‘Oh really…? I don’t think so.’ She sassily said, withdrawing to the back of my mind before I could argue back.

“The biggest music record label CEO, popularly known as CEO Dante, is currently under investigation by the board of directors for fraud and embezzlement of company funds.” I froze for a minute, staring at the television in disbelief. My eyes widened as I saw his face on the screen. Dante, in a crisp black suit, walking out of his office building, with cameras flashing all around him. He didn’t speak, or even attempt to answer the reporters screaming questions at him. He just walked straight ahead with that stern unapproachable look on his face.

Having him near me is already exhausting enough! The other freshmen look like they’re nervous around the upperclassmen, well I’m the same. It’s just, Ezra is so clingy towards me that I couldn’t absorb everything that’s happening. “Hey, I’m in the same group,” Dwight said while he flashes an awkward smile. I already know him because he's called the second ace, and he has this two-block with bangs hairstyle that really catches one's eyes. I just bowed my head to show him respect, since I’m also socially awkward and I don't even have anything to say.

Mr Moses said, and she exhaled a sighed of relief. "So what's the plan?" He added. "I don't know. I already told you the plan, now is left for us to find someone who can execute the plan successfully that won't rat us out no matter what. Loyal kind of person." Debbie exclaimed. "Leave that to me, I will handle it." Mr Moses said and hang off. "Yeah, bingo." Debbie giggled and continued driving. * Mr Moses ordered for Stanley, one of his boys that work in the company and he came immediately.

His smile tells me I can telax now, but I can't. When I saw Dwight's appearance in the hospital, I knew something wasn't right. I'm glad Jack was quick to manifest everything. While Alison is in the hospital, we find a therapist for Dwight. He was traumatized by what happened today. That's why he looked numbed and couldn't feel anything. He blocked his senses not to feel all the horrible pain. Leslie is crying, looking at Dwight like a dead person sitting, but I can't help them.

As Moses expressed his contempt, he spat a mouthful of saliva and flipped Zayn the bird. “Sure, there’s nothing more that I can do since you’re looking for trouble.” Zayn shrugged. He had already discovered earlier that the Audi 4S dealer belonged to Sean Wilson. The store manager appeared rather familiar to him. He was planning to give Sean a call right away so that Moses would lose his job right there and then.

The next morning, in the mansion of the Crofts, Dwight sat on the couch sipping slowly on his tea but one could see the eye bags on his face. He was trying very hard to concentrate on the tea and his phone. But the way his eyes darted to the door several times in the past few seconds showed that he was impatiently waiting for someone to walk in through the door. A few minutes later, Mrs. Crofts came down the stairs, when she saw Dwight sipping on the tea, it seemed to have irritated her and so, she shouted,