Dwight Schrute Mose Novels & Stories

she asked of his name. " Calvin Dwight, CEO of Dwight Industries," he introduced. JACKPOT! She rejoiced in her mind. Her friends were happy for her, while other sugar babies looked on jealously.

"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.

My parents and I are escorted into the district attorney’s office. His name is Mr. Shift. He stands from his seat and he looks different from what I expected. In my mother’s and my favorite TV show, SVU (well, was my favorite TV show until...that night) the district attorneys are always imposing, sharp-looking men. Mr. Shift looks nothing like that. He’s short, not much taller than me. He has a rather round face and is balding, though he seems quite young. He isn’t wearing a tie and his top shirt button is open. He looks more like a substitute kindergarten teacher than a lawyer.