Crush on the Prankster Salesman

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Note: This continues from the scene in the last chapter in your POV.
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Also, the italicized and bolded text are thoughts.
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"Well, I guess that's cleared up- where is my nameplate?" Dwight glances up from his desk.

"What do you mean?" Jim looks at him confused.

"My nameplate! It's gone. Did you do this?" He snaps his eyes between us and points.

"Do what?" I ask innocently.

"Ok sure, I'll find it. And when I do, you'll look like a fool." Dwight says smugly before shooting up from his desk and walking around the room. He looks through some shelves and filing cabinets.

"Where'd you put it?" Jim leans down and whispers in my ear.

"The only place I knew he wouldn't check, his own bag." Jim chuckles as Dwight continues his search, moving into the kitchen.

"So, what time should I pick you up?"

"What?" I turn my head and look up at him.

"The mall, what time should I pick you up?"

"Oh. Anytime is fine I guess."

"Okay cool, just, um, text me when you get up in the morning and we'll figure it out. I'll also need your address, since I couldn't get it last time." He says, lightly poking me in the shoulder with the back of his pencil. My face flushes and I look down to hide.

"What are you-?"

"Okay, where is it?" Dwight slams his hands on my desk and I look at him.

"I don't even know what you're talking about Dwight." I lie, pushing his hands off my desk with my ruler.

"If it wasn't him, it was you. So where is it?" Dwight gets closer and points to Jim then me, putting his finger near my cheek. I turn quickly and bite the air next to his finger. He jumps back and looks at me and his eyes widen the tiniest bit before his face goes back to emotionless.

"Okay fine, don't tell me where it is." Dwight storms out of the room and into the kitchen. I stand and follow him with my eyes as he fades into the annex. I run around and duck behind his desk. I reach into his bag and take the nameplate back. I run back to my seat and set the nameplate in its designated spot on his desk. I slam into the seat as he bursts back through the door.

"I-!" Dwight starts with his index finger held out but pauses as his eyes scan the desk and land on his nameplate.

"Oh very funny, try to get Dwight mad, and then put it back."

"Dwight, what the hell are you talking about? It's been there this whole time. Right (f/n)?" Jim looks down at me and I shrug.

"Dwight are you feeling okay?"

"Of course I am! A Schrute is the epitome of the perfect male specimen." He yells, waving his hands up and down in front of himself. I laugh and he groans.

"Whatever." He huffs and walks into the annex again, talking to Toby I assume. I take the nameplate off his desk and throw it into my top drawer.

"Damn it!" Dwight groans staring at his desk as the door closes behind him.

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The next day                                 Note: You are 'Mouse'
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Jim's POV:
I lay half asleep when my phone beeps. I reach over to my side table and grab my phone.

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9:37
Mouse: Hey, just your wake up text.
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I shoot up in the bed with a smile on my face and answer with a simple 'good morning'.
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9:38
       Mouse: I didn't actually wake you up though, 
                      did I?