Love Me [Jim Halpert]

Seven

OFFICE OLYMPICS

It was the crack of dawn, Michael sat in his office, "I'm an early bird and I'm a night owl. So I'm wise and I have worms." His eyes widened. Ryan knocked on the door with a bag in his hand. "Oh, breakfast."

"I got your sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit."

"Yummy, yummy, thank you, Ryan." Michael licked his lips as Ryan handed the bag over.

"What was the thing you needed me to come in early for?"

"Um..." Michael hesitated. "The sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. But, thank you. And why don't you take a couple of hours? The office is yours. Home Alone, Risky Business. Take your pants off, run around. Whatever you want to do." He explained unwrapping his breakfast.

Ryan glared, "I'm just going to nap in my car till work starts." He wandered out of the office with a sigh.

"Okay." Michael took the bread off his breakfast. "See? Healthier, got to watch those carbs." He bit his teeth in with a squish.

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Now with it finally hitting nine o'clock, the staff arrived, "Today, I, Michael Scott, am becoming a homeowner, investing in real estate." Michael spoke to the camera.

"Diversifying. Smart." Dwight played with his tie.

"Yes, it is. Yes, it is. It is very important to own property. Back in the olden days, they would not even let you vote unless you owned property, and they'd throw you in the stocks and humiliate you." Michael explained with his hands.

"And it worked. Yes. They should bring the stocks back then, people would obey the law, and there'd be fewer troublemakers." Dwight added.

"Maybe." Michael laughed.

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Out in the bullpen, Jim clicked his pen before giving up and faceplanting into his desk. Nearby, Isabelle was labeling her files when she noticed his restlessness, "Hey, Jim, need a break?" She set aside her work.

Jim looked up, intrigued. "Oh, absolutely, these expense reports are killing me." He chuckled with a gentle smile. "What did you have in mind?"

"Uh..." Isabelle's eyes darted around the room for an answer. "Oh! Ever had a paper airplane competition?" She giggled with a mysterious smile.

Jim smirked, "You're on, Torres!"

~

With the plan in motion, Isabelle and Jim folded their airplanes and stood in the kitchen, "On three!" Jim insisted as he held his paper plane beside his head, Isabelle did the same.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!" Isabelle yelped. The two launched their planes across the kitchen. Jim's plane took off before it fluttered to the ground meanwhile Isabelle's plane sores high into the winning position. "Woo!" She cheered with a huge smile.