"C'mon dwight, punch me, if you think you're so tough" Michael dared him.
The two of them were stood by dwight's desk, face to face, whilst everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch them. Even Stanley, who actually put down his crossword, was intrigued.
Dwight was breathing heavily and gritting his teeth, as if it were the hardest decision he had ever had to make.
"Otherwise you aren't a black belt"
"I'm pretty sure that's not how it works" Jim said. He had a front row seat to Dwight and Michael.
"Do you do karate, Jim?" Michael asked.
"Nope"
"Exactly, so be quiet"
"Do you?" Jim asked.
Michael paused, pretending to think.
"I used to"
"Really?"
"What belt were you?" Dwight asked, genuinley interested.
"I was...gold. I was a gold belt"
Jim rolled his eyes. Not only was Michael a bad liar anyway, but he didn't even know the colours of the belts, which surprised nobody.
"There isn't a gold belt" Dwight said.
"Yes, there is. In the top karate league. Where I was" Michael said, avoiding everyone's eyes, with a tough expression.
Dwight furrowed his eyebrows, confused.
"But there isn't a-"
"Are you gonna punch me or not, Dwight?"
"Okay, I'm ready" Dwight said, with a sort of half sigh.
"Are you sure this time?" Kevin asked.
Dwight nodded, as if the situation was too dramatic to say anything else.
With Michael standing ready, Dwight puffed his cheeks out and blew out, making a kind of fart noise.
And with that, he striked two hard, fast punches into michaels stomach, a lot more aggressively than anyone was expecting.
Everyone, including me, gasped. We all knew how much of a suckup Dwight could be to him sometimes. Never would we had thought that he would punch him that hard.
Michael scrunched up his face and let out a big breath that he had been holding.
Dwight just stood there, his mouth slightly gaping and staring directly at Michael.
As Michael ran off to his office, clutching his stomach, I noticed angela stood behind Dwight. She was clearly trying hard to not smirk.
I had had a feeling that she was into Dwight, and let me let you in on something, so was I.
You could hardly tell she did, though. Like around work she seems so cold to him, despite him seeming to have sort of a soft spot for her. Which did kinda lead me to think that maybe he liked her, but I didn't really want to think about that.
Somebody who i really got on with at work, was Pam, the receptionist, whose desk was next to mine, jims and dwights.
She and I talked about all kinds of stuff. We tell eachother pretty much everything.
I knew about her issues with her fiance, Roy, and I also knew about her little crush on jim. I needed to tell her about Dwight.
"Pssst, Pam" I whispered. She was too focused on solitaire to hear me.
I got up and went over to her instead.
"Hey, y/n, whats up?" She asked.
"Can we talk in the break room real quick?" I asked.
Pam immediately knew the drill. That was where we would usually go to talk.
As the two of us walked over to the break room, I noticed Dwight in the corner of my eye, watching us walk by.
It was probably just because we weren't doing work, though.
"Sooo? What have you got for me?" She asked. We were sat at the back table with two sodas from the vending machines. She, like me, always got excited to hear some gossip, since it was something to contrast from our normal, boring 9 to 5.
"Its about Dwight" I said.
"Ooooh your feeling like a prank? Shall I get jim?" She slowly began to get up as she asked.
"No no" I laughed "see, I kinda like him?"
She sat back down.
"Waait.."
"Yeah"
"Seriously? Dwight?" She laughed a little, still in disbelief "no way"
I just smiled and nodded, to say "no no I'm dead serious"
There was a knock at the window. We turned to look. It was Toby.
"Guys, cmon. You can't just sit in there all day and talk"
As if on cue, Michael walked over.
"Toby. I hate you. Sit down. Let our lovely women of the office have their girl talk" he said, seriously annoyed at Toby as usual.
"Michael, you can't just let them slack off work" toby said, with his usual quiet, disappointed tone.
Michael closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, as if to show that he was giving him some sort of major headache.
"Toby, you push it everyday. If corporate would let me, you'd be gone and probably on the streets because, as we all know, you're divorced, so you probably don't have a house"
"I have a house, Michael"
"Really? I thought you probably just slept here overnight or something"
"Wha- you know what, ill just go"
Toby just sighed and sat back down at his desk. Michael nodded to him, trying to look cool over his victory of the argument.
Then he walked over to me and Pam.
"Ladies" he addressed us.
"Michael" I said in response.
"Soo as you just saw, I defended your honour..."
"Go on" I said, already knowing what he was going to say.
"Soo I think that means I get to know the goss"
"Absolutely not" pam said, straight away.
"Dont get me wrong Michael, we really appreciate you doing that-" she went on, with a little sarcasm in her voice that she knew Michael wouldn't recognise.
"-but this is just us"
"Sorry mike" I added.
"Ohhh I get it, I get it. You're talking about meee" he teased "you're both into meeee"
"ABSOLUTELY not" pam repeated, with way more emphasis on the 'absolutely' this time.
"Alright alright" he said. "I will now return...to...my business work...as boss...right...now..." he very slowly said as he very slowly walked backwards, almost out the door, still looking at us for any hope that we might agree to let him join our conversation.
"Please leave us alone, Michael" Pam said.
He gave up and walked out, back over to his office.
