Michael Scott Novels & Stories

she asked in an accusatory tone. “No!” Mika shouted defensively. “I’m just as surprised as all of you.” “Mika, no one knows real estate or construction around here like you do,” Rachel stated. “I swear. I didn’t know Scott was . . . well, who he is. I only got into real estate four years ago. By that time, Scott Kelly,” she said as she formed quotation marks with her fingers, “had already dropped out of sight. I couldn’t even find a F******k page with him on it.”

Gala said, putting a hand on my shoulder “if anyone knows Alpha Nathan, it is me” “He doesn’t want me around anyway, and his mum isn’t making things any better” I said, turning to face her. Gala smiled and nodded at me to take a seat. I watched as she made me a cup of coffee before sitting in front of me. I wrapped my hands around the cup and looked down at the foam “I just don’t know what to do to please him”

On his bachelor's night. " So I hope you guys packed for a good hike." Scott speaks. The guys turn to look at Scott with wide eyes, and I just smile. " Oh, sorry. I must have not introduced myself. Hey guys, I'm Scott, I work at KB Tech in Australia here and I'm good friends with Killian." Good friends. He wishes. " Nice to meet everyone." Scott says. " Thank you." Preston and Keith say.

He didn’t plan on going to sleep any time soon. Once he got back to his place, Mike took a quick shower, opened the whisky bottle and lit a cigarette. Earlier he’d received a message from an unknown number, but he knew who it was from. It was saying only : “You’ll be an uncle. So much to tell you. Looking forward to having you back home. “ *** The secretary peeked up at him behind her desk. “Oh, Mr. Scott. Right on time. “ She got up immediately, straightening her skirt, “Let me take you to Mister Declan’s office.”

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."

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

A smug smile appeared on his face. “I know that your ‘old friend’ is Michael Noah McGregor, the famous CEO of Haynes-McGregor Industries. The two of you were high school friends, weren’t you?”

Scott's smile turned mischievous. The thought of his sex video going viral on social media scared him a little even though it hasn't been leaked, Tyler looked at the man and noticed that he was damn serious "Why?" he asked, Scott shrugged "I just want you to leave your former team and join us, be one of our members and I won't bother with the video again, even if you decide not to be attending our parties, I won't bother you but you will not go to your former team parties. You won't be their member again once you accept my proposal so there won't be any need for them to accept you anymore" Scott said.

They took their seats. I started looking into their eyes. I peeped into their minds, but I saw nothing of what I was looking for. “Is this all of them?” I asked Scott. “No, sir. We still have Michael.” “Where is Michael?” I asked. He was the only one who wasn’t present here. I already knew who was bringing harm to my company because I couldn’t read or find anything in their minds. “He was on leave, sir,” Scott reported. “On leave?” I questioned. “When will he come back?”

He's trying his best, but the information is not enough. Mr Scott is powerfu. In fact, he knows how to keep his world intact. Just then, his phone beeped. "Sir, we are here." It was a text message from Micheal. He stared at her for a while, kissed her forehead, and then carried her gently to the bed and walked out of the room. ******** When he entered the little space, his men were already seated and just at the sight of him.. they all stood up and bowed down in respect.