Love Me [Jim Halpert]

Eight

THE FIRE

It was a usual Monday at the office, staff worked between themselves in their usual bored state as the reception phone rang, "Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam." She waited for a reply, glancing at Jim. "Sure, can I ask who's calling?... Just a second." She transferred the call.

Jim's phone rang, "Jim Halpert." He spoke into the phone to hear a familiar woman's voice in return. "What? How did you get this number?" He laughed as he shook his head. "Stalker."

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"Katie and Jim met in the office." Pam bobbed her head as she spoke to the cameraman. "And now they're going out! Which is great... good for Jim." She recalled, smiling.

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In the present day, "So we're still on for lunch?" Jim waited for a reply. "You're meeting me here? Okay. Great. Bye." He hung up with a soft smile on his face.

"Hey. You can give her your extension." Pam mentioned, calling from the reception desk.

"Okay."

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"What do I think of Katie?" Isabelle thought upon the cameraman's question. "Um, she's very sweet and super cute!" She bobbed her head. "She has a great work ethic, um, oh, now I feel like I'm rambling, am I rambling?" The woman laughed uncomfortably. "I think I'm rambling."

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With the day progressing at its usual pace, Ryan was sat in the main office opposite Michael, "Howard slash Ryan. Ryan Howard is sitting in my office." Michael pointed out to the camera. "And he has been a temp here for a couple of months. And he's kind of gotten the lay of the land a little bit. A few laughs along the way. And now he wants to know what I think." His brows raised.

"The temp agency wants to know what you think." Ryan corrected.

"Shall we? Let us proceed." Michael grabbed a document. "First up, proficiency in necessary skills. Eeeeeeaaa...Excellent!" He dragged out before busting out into laughter.

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"Michael's in there right now evaluating the temp. He hasn't evaluated me in years." Dwight's face dropped as he reminisced the fond times.

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Michael calmed himself before continuing, "Five years from now, what do you wanna do? Where do you wanna be?" His lip folded.

"Uh, well, I'm interested in business."

"Oh, good. Ambitious. Excellent." Michael drank out of his mug. "Wanna be a manager?"

"Uh, no, actually what I want is to own my own company."

"That is ridiculous."

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