Michael Scott Memes Novels & Stories

Every time my phone pings this morning, I nearly leap out of my seat, like it’s wired up to an eject button. This is, I hunt around my bag, praying – once again – that Chris has sent a text. That way, I’ll have something to cheer me up. When I open it and see that the message is from Scott, I feel a sense of disappointment. ‘Hope you’re feeling better today. And don’t forget, at least your speech was memorable. It’ll keep your company relevant. Scott xx’

Scott says with a smug laugh. I chuckle, trying to keep Little Mike as happy as possible. Scott takes the folder of all the printed documents and sits down in Emmett's seat. "So....is it as bad up there as I think it is," Scott says seriously. All humor from catching Clint in the act, long gone.

The upright male obeys, handing the refilled glass to the man on the floor. "I'm going to cart him to bed now," Mike sighs, shaking his head sadly. He and Scott have a strong alliance, and they've been friendly for years, even before Scott and Avery were dating. "Do you need any help?" Avery asks, and Mike nods slowly. "Yeah, he's heavier than he looks," he mutters, squatting down beside his friend and warning him that they're about to lift him. Scott merely blinks at them, raising his arms in the air like a child waiting to be lifted into the air.

“Heard their cheesecake’s to die for.” They arrived shortly. A waitress took their orders—apple pie for Cooper, cheesecake for Scott. “This is good.” Cooper wiped his mouth. “Almost better than Mia’s.” Scott nearly laughed. “You’re dead if she hears you say that.” “How is she? I bet she couldn’t wait to get to LA.” “You know Mia. Always looking for her next viral moment.” Mia was Scott’s half-sister—a social media food influencer. When she’d heard about LA, she’d packed before even asking if she could come.

Scott replied, shooting a wink in my direction. "Hey, if I had a lady like Jessica waiting for me, I'd be smothering her with affection too," another joked. Butch, the resident joker of the group, feigned exaggerated shock. "Who knew Scotty-boy was such a softie? You're turning into a regular wimp, man!" he teased. I joined in the lighthearted banter. "What can I say? He's just irresistible," I replied with a playful smirk, earning more whistles from the group.

Scott asked, sounding disappointed when he saw Michael's name was at the top of the list. "It is because of that treacherous human bitch, right?" Scott asked, seething with anger. He would have crumpled the document if it weren't necessary. "After all the bitch did, he would still betray us for her sake?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Michael is on our team. Disregard his name on the list. He is acting based on instructions, but I implore you to be careful around him and not divulge anything to him. I want him as clueless as possible for our plan to work." I told Scott, and I saw him relax. He was outraged. I knew Keith would be, too, so I instructed them to relay the same to Keith.

Everyone got so confused. "Wow, you are funny Izzy, " Mike said, winking at me. "So what were you thinking, I'm a boring old lady?" "No no that's not what I mean. Don't get me wrong Izzy " Mike started to defend himself. "Oh come on I was just kidding," I said smiling sarcastically at him. We all were having a good time. Scott being Scott, he only knows how to flirt with someone. Liam was the youngest so he is quite funny with all his drawing and knowledge stuff. Mike was nice, no wonder he is hot and sitting close to me. He just kept smiling at me.

"What?" Michael ran his hand instinctively over his closely cut hair. He'd cut it really short earlier during the day and maybe that was the reason why Jesse was staring at him like that. "Nothing, just…" the wolf said, "You look scarier and somehow… you know." "Scarier?" "Yeah, but also kinda cool." Michael snorted and shook his head. "Don't drink on the job." He resumed walking and Jesse caught up with him. "I didn't drink anything. "

I quickly answered and he looked away from me to scan the environment for a few seconds. Then he turned to the guard standing beside him and the guard walked off to grab one of the employees by the hand before pulling him over to face Michael. I looked at his name tag and it read Scott. “Explain now. What happened?” he demanded and Scott looked terrified as he adjusted his glasses and visibly swallowed. “Um, we heard a rumor that began to circulate this morning” he started and Michael took a step toward him while his eyes shot lasers. “Go on and don't you dare stop” he barked and Scott nodded as sweat beads covered his forehead.

He slumped back to the couch meditating on his words and the effect. On the bright side, Antony was semi out of danger. He could still for, but if he manages to survive, I won't be able to speak with him for weeks, or maybe months? He chuckled and ran his hands through his head, lowered it and shook vehemently. Not good. "Mr Scott ?" He raised his head. "And you are?" "I'm agent Michael, FBI." He introduced. Mr Scott rose up from the chair to shake his head. "I think we need to talk. I might have something that could interest us both."