Dwight Schrute Mose Novels & Stories

"Looks like Theo's about to make a new friend, huh?" Dwight lounged on the sofa, swirling his wine glass, the bright red liquid swaying as he stared coldly at Theo Pena and Halsey. "Why are you so quiet?" Rachel asked, her tone suddenly concerned. She could feel the shift in Dwight's mood. Usually, he was hard to read—he kept his emotions well hidden. Even though he had agreed to date her, there were times when Rachel felt like she couldn't understand him. He was always so cold and indifferent.

Dwight sighed as he waited patiently for Derek to confirm if the girl was Amanda. Few seconds later, he heard Derek’s voice again in the mind link. “Alpha.” “Yes. Have you confirmed?” “I’m sorry, alpha. But she is not the one”, Derek said. Dwight cut off the mind link and with anger he took a bottle of beer which was on the table and threw it at a wall. Austin jumped a bit in fear and Dwight breathe out to calm down. “I’m sorry”, he told Austin. “I’m sorry. I’m just stressed. Why don’t you go to your room and rest a bit?” he said.

“If you have enough time for idle gossip in the middle of the day, I’m sure Mrs. McDonald would welcome your help peeling potatoes in the kitchens.” The smaller man who was sparring gives an exaggerated shudder. His accent is so thick I can only pick up the words “kill” and “dragon”, but there are a few titters in the crowd and Ethan grins. I get the impression that whoever Mrs. McDonald is, she’s not very popular.