Station 19 Dean Miller Novels & Stories

FORMAT CANDIDATE IDENTIFIED. JACK MILLER.

But today, it was just the sound of expensive shoes hitting marble and the frantic, hushed whispers of assistants who knew something was coming but didn't know where the strike would land. Diane stood by the glass wall of Damien’s office. She had a cup of coffee in her hand, but she wasn't drinking it. She was just watching. She saw Miller first. He was walking toward the elevators, his face the color of old ash. He wasn't carrying his usual leather briefcase. He was carrying a cardboard box. A small, pathetic, brown box filled with a desk plant, a framed photo of a sailboat, and thirty years of secrets that were suddenly worthless.

~Knox's POV~ Before I could even open my mouth to threaten Elias to shut the fuck up, another figure stood up from the shadows near the back of the room. It was Miller. He looked exhausted, the soot from the gymnasium still lightly marked the edges of his collar this morning, but his eyes were tough. He didn't look at me. He kept his gaze fixed on the Headmaster. "It's true," Miller said, his voice was steady, but it showed a deep feeling of betrayal.

I craned a neck out, a smirk tickling my lips when I saw him pelting towards me, whistling as he got closer. “Sir,” he said wheezing, placing the gun in the hub of my stretched palm. “That will be all.” Miller turned to vacate the premises. “10 am, my study tomorrow.” “No office?” I heaved out, striding past Miller and out of the parking lot with cautious precision.

Everyone applauded when they saw Stuart Williams walk towards the center stage. Meanwhile, Dean, who came a little late, walked in the hallway. Feeling restless, he can hear the MC from where he is and later he heard Stuart Williams’s voice. It wasn't his first time meeting the Empire Group of Companies' Chairman but he's still amazed by how much authority he holds when he speaks. Dean took a deep breath as he walked slowly towards the entrance. Blah..blah..blah as he couldn't understand a single word as he felt nervous though he doesn't know why.

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

I stretched out my arms and yawned; it’s been a long week of exams and studying and my brain felt like it was about to explode. “Tessa…” I heard my name coming from a stern male voice and I turned to see Dean Miller standing before me. He didn’t look pleased; his lips were pressed in a thin line and his arms were folded across his chest as he studied me. “Dean Miller,” I greeted. “Can I help you with something?” He cleaned his throat and motioned with his head for me to follow him. “I’d like to speak with you in my office.”

Miller’s desk. ​The man stepped over the threshold, his silver bone-handled cane tapping once—click—against the brass sill. His dark oilskin coat didn't make a sound as he advanced, his right hip giving that strange, mechanical roll, but his pale face remained entirely smooth. He didn't look at Cynthia’s gasp or the shattered glass around his boots; his unhurried gaze fixed directly on the black ledger notebooks under the clerk's hands. ​"The transmission is dead, Isabella," Mr. Miller whispered, his fingers freezing over the manual key. The thin copper needle on the baseline dial had dropped completely into the grey line. "The Springfield repeater just lost its ground wire. The June signatu

he muttered as he walked closer to Becky and Debbie. Debbie swallowed nervously, "I didn't mean it, Mr. Miller, I apologize sincerely," she said in a shaky voice. James Miller shook his head, "Too late, you've lost your job," he said casually but managed to make Becky shudder from being too shocked. How powerful was James Miler that he could do such a thing? Right before her eyes Debbie slumped to the floor, startled, she lost her job just in a blink of an eye... *****

I wanted to tell him that my name was Naomi i, and I had been waiting for this moment since I was a little girl dreaming of a way out. "I... I didn’t think I’d find you so soon," I stammered, a huge, hysterical smile breaking across my face. "My mate. You’re my mate." He didn't say a word. He just held me in silence, his gaze locked on my face. But before he could open his mouth, a shadow fell over us. "Naomi Reed!" The voice was like a bucket of ice water being dumped on me. I turned to see Dean Miller marching toward us, his face twisted in a sneer.