Dwight Schrute Mose Novels & Stories

I could see that she was using all she could to hold herself from pouncing on him. Dwight scoffed when he looked her, but it had worked and he let go of his hold on my face. He stepped back, a smug disregarding smile on his face. “Amber! How nice it is to see you.” “I can’t say the same for you Dwight.” She growled, her eyes following his every little move. “I see some things haven’t changed, I wonder how poor plebeian Tristan deals with such a woman.”

David's voice was like hell, cold and biting. “W-What are you trying to do? L-Let me tell you, I'm from the greatest family in the world. I am Walt Mosley, the second-in-line heir of the Mosley family. If you dare to touch me, what you will bear is the wrath of the entire Mosley family, no matter who you are! You and everything around you will be mercilessly destroyed by the Mosley family!” Walt said in a trembling voice. He was also terrified at this time.

So, who on the internet dares to continue claiming that Dexie was just a high school graduate? Louis Quinton, a prominent physicist who had won Nobel Prizes in Medicine for several consecutive years, had admitted that Dexie Hansley was his younger sister. Brian Horton, president of the prestigious number one university in the world, Holmeister University, has a resume that can be torn to shreds in the world of scientific research. Edward Qwentin was also someone who could move the entire research community with a wave of his hand.

Leah’s POV The conference room is already occupied when I arrive, its sleek, minimalist design almost sterile in the early morning light. The long table gleams under the soft glow of recessed lighting, and the air is crisp with the scent of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee. Dwight sits at the head of the table, the embodiment of control, his fingers skimming across the edges of neatly stacked documents. His suit—perfectly tailored as always—fits him with an effortless confidence, a stark contrast to the controlled tension in his posture.

David looked out of his jet as it landed on the tarmac of the airport straight into his private hanger, a privilege only a few in the world enjoy. "Douglas! " He called out to his personal assistant who was vigorously tapping on his laptop but immediately put it away hearing his boss call out to him. "Brief me again about her. " He said and Douglas nodded and took out a file. "She works at Sephora as a manger and lives with her best friend name Mimi Jackson who works as an assistant to a one Mr Decker of Decker construction and has a three years old daughter by name Nora Ariel Morganza. "

Now, everyone looked like they had peed in their pants… except for Kirk. He was used to this man. That was why Kirk never made mistakes… maybe he did, but just a few. The room temperature felt like it dropped to near-zero degrees. But all of a sudden, Mr. Wright’s phone buzzed. It wasn’t like their CEO to turn on his notifications. Nor was it like him to spare his phone a glance, but he did. From a scary-looking lion, the man transformed into a gentle soul. He opened his phone and typed in a reply, a faint smile formed on his lips.

His distinct appearance was not easy to miss, Moshe was a dwarf. Okafor grimaced in distaste, incriminating dealings with delinquents was a necessity even in his line of work as an investigator but that doesn’t mean he enjoyed it. He watched impassively as the goon drew near before taking the empty stool beside him, ordered for a plastic bottle of hot gin which he promptly downed in one gulp. He then proceeded to order for another, enjoying the lawman’s impatient indignation. “relax your shoulders detective, not as if you haven’t drawn enough attention with your rigidness.” Moshe drawled as he took a tentative sip from his gin, his voice deep and rich for one so small.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

Dwight didn’t budge as if he couldn’t hear a thing. Chocolate almost believed that the person she saw on the couch was a wax figure. Thanks to the rising and falling of his shoulder, she was convinced that she’s looking at the real and alive Dwight. Standing next to him, Chocolate waved her hand in front of his face. Dwight did not blink. ‘Did the world stop the moment I stepped in the door?’ That would be impossible. To look for a reason why he’s being like, Chocolate played the role of Sherlock Holmes. If there’s one thing that would bring him back to sanity, then she thought of touching an expensive liquor on the glass display. She was about to touch one when Dwight’s baritone voice came

Dwight talked to his friend on the phone for a few more moments, then ended it with a big smile. "Dwight, can I ask you a question?" I asked cautiously. "Of course, Loreine," Dwight said. "Was the friend who called you earlier, someone named Jared Reiner?" I asked again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation." Dwight's face lit up. "Yes. He's a businessman and I think he's pretty well-known around here. He and I were childhood friends and went to junior high school together, before I moved to Canada."