Crush on the Prankster Salesman

🅗αppy Bird-dαy

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Your POV:

"Good. Excellent." Dwight says loudly, glancing at Jim.

"File sharing off. And... done." He says holding his hand up like he dropped a microphone.

"Security software, 128-bit encryption. Firewalls. Get up; I'll install it on your computer."

"No thanks." Jim responds not looking up from his newspaper and Dwight scoffs.

"Stupid, identity theft happens all the time. I could become you like that." Dwight says snapping his fingers.

"But no one could become me."

"No one wants to be you, Dwight." Jim tells him blankly flipping a page.

"Not true."

"And, who has told you other wise." I ask glancing up at him from across my desk. Dwight just looks at me and continues.

"Even if they did they couldn't, because I'm password-protected."

"Is your password Frodo?" Jim asks blankly still not looking up.

"No." Dwight scoffs followed by the rapid clicking of a single button followed by six more taps.

"Did you just change it to Gollum?" I raise my eyebrow. Dwight pauses and stares at me before looking between Jim and I.

"No." He scoffs and I glance over to see a large grin spread across Jim's face, he lets out a soft chuckle as Dwight changes his password again.

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"Hey Dwight, my tuna sandwich wasn't in the fridge. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would ya?" Jim asks, his hands on his hips, as Dwight taps the bobble heads on his desk.

"Yes, it was rotting."

"It was not rotting." Jim clarifies

"Any employee may dispose of any food item..."

"Stop Dwight."

"That risks contaminating any other food items. Read the official kitchen regulations memo." Dwight states talking over Jim as he continues to tap the bobble heads.

"Dwight, you wrote that memo, it's not an official memo."

"Uh, not my problem, okay. This is a paper factory, not a bacteria factory."

"Well it's not a factory at all." Jim corrects.

"And do you have to do what you're doing?" He groans at Dwight.

"Uh, if they don't bobble what's the point." Dwight answers still hitting them. Jim sighs and walks back into the kitchen. I reach over and push one of Dwight's bobble heads making it fall.

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***** *****
"It's a real shame, because studies show more information gets passed through water cooler gossip, rather than official memos." Dwight's voice explains as the camera pans from his desk to Jim, Toby and I at the water cooler.

"Which puts me at a disadvantage because..." He pauses and holds a water bottle up.

"I bring my own water to work."

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"Why'd you do this?" Stanley and Kevin stare at Dwight who has the water cooler right next to his desk.

"I didn't do this. What do you mean?" Dwight says innocently.

"Oh, the water cooler was brought over here for...maintenance." He pauses.