The sales team// J.H

0.1

"Hey, bitches," I said, plopping into my seat. Jim looked at me with a 'really Lana' look on his face.

I looked around the office, noticing Jim and I were the only ones in the office.

"Sorry. Hey, bitch." I said, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Forgiven. Not by god though." He frowned.

"Also, why the hell did you call me in so early? And wheres the camera? You can come out now!"

"Lana, Lana, Dwight, prank, desk, remember?" He asked, my lips formed into an 'o' shape. If your wondering, I've been working here for 3 months. I've really warmed up to pam, Jim, and even Dwight.

Especially Jim though. He's the best friend really, he's funny, nice, smart, and he's really attractive. (The tea is steamin')

Every woman in this office envies how close I am to him. That's not me being a bitch, they kinda have told me themselves. And Dwight is kinda like my brother. My weird, annoying, little brother. Pam is sweet, nice, and caring. And also shes been engaged for 3 years. Back to Dwight.

He'll probably hate me after this. But then again, we basically pull pranks on him every day. So, he just hates me.

"Mm, what's the plan again?" I asked Jim tsked and we laughed.

"Okay, we move his desk into the men's bathr-" I cut his sentence off short.

"I can't go into the men's bathroom remember," I said, playfully rolling my eyes.

We both laughed as We remembered all the times I've scared the 'men' of the office in the bathroom.

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Jim and I heard a slam, making me snicker, but I quickly fell back into my dull state.

"Where is my desk!?"

Jim and I looked over our desks.

"That is weird," Jim said, fake, and May I say adorable, confusion painted his face.

"Where'd it go?" I asked, slightly pouting.

"This is not funny. This is totally unprofessional." Dwight exclaimed, I looked at pam and it took everything inside me to not laugh.

"Okay, well you're the one who lost your desk," Jim added, Dwight looked at me and I shrugged.

"I didn't lose my desk." He shot back, I gasped.

"Chill Dwight. Okay? We're gonna find it." I said, looking at Jim.

"Where was the last place you saw it?" He added on, I gave him a thumbs up and a wink. He rolled his eyes playfully before looking back at Dwight.

"Okay, who moved my desk!?" At this point, The entire office was looking at him with satisfied faces. Everyone was amused because everything Dwight does or says is annoying. It's probably nice to see us get back at him.

"Retrace your steps," I suggested, he glared at me and I sunk into my, uncomfortable, chair. Pretending to be scared. When he looked away I silently laugh. The camera pointing in my direction.

"Okay, I am going to tell Michael, and this entire office will be punished."

As he got closer to Michaels's office door, Jim spoke up.

"Colder."

Dwight backed up a little. Jim didn't even look behind himself.

"Little warmer."

I brought my finger to my mouth as I turned towards the camera. I pointed to where Dwight was running and shushed the camera once more. They quickly followed after Dwight.

As Jim was yelling, he picked up his phone and dialed Dwights number.

I guess Dwight picked up 'cause Jim started speaking into the phone.

When he did, I burst out laughing. I couldn't take it anymore. The whole office started laughing with me as they started clapping. It was a nice start to my day. But the rest was, eh. But hey, I had Jim and pam. Nothing else beats them.

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"Hey, Jim?" I asked, looking over the text conner had sent me. Jim hummed in response looking through papers.

"Would you maybe want to have lunch with conner and me?" I asked Jim's head shot up.

"Um, conner?"

"Yeah, conner, con? Rember I told you- y' know what, um, just forget I asked you." I said, snapping my phone closed shut.

As I stood up, Jim started stammering. Which is weird since I've never seen him do that.

"Uh-um-Conner. Yeah, I remember. Yeah, I'll have lunch with you two." He said, standing up and throwing his coat on.

I looked down and smiled.

"Okay, do you feel like McDonald's or, something like a sub-"

"Whatever you want."

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"Cone! I'm home!" I said, sliding my shoes off and placing my car keys down. Jim looked at me with an approved look on his face.

I shrugged, as confusion crossed my face.

"What?" I asked.

"Your house is approved by the salesman at dunder Mifflin. Aren't
you proud?" He asked, fixing his tie. I laughed, looking around.

"Wow, I feel so honored. But, I mean, this is what you get when you put two girls, which may I mention, Can be real clean freaks, together." I laughed, but Jim tilted his head to the side.

"I thoug- wait yo- wh-"

"Lana! Did you bring McDonald's!?" My sister's voice boomed through the walls.

I looked at Jim and gestured for him to follow me. I walked into the kitchen, placing the bag on the countertop.

"Hey, crackhead. Who's the fella? Don't tell me your gonna bang him." She whispered, loud enough for both of us to hear him.

I smiled as I blushed and looked down.

"Hello, lovely sister," I said sarcastically.

" Let me just call James real quick to let him know about your we-"

"Okay, okay, you win! But seriously, who are you?" She asked, looking Jim up and down.

"Well, Conner. This is Jim, Jim this is Conner." I said, my smile deflating.

"This is Jim. Really? Okay, I'm not judging." She said, walking out of the kitchen with the bag.

I sighed and looked behind me. Jim looked so happy and relieved.

"Hey, dude? You okay?" I asked, playfully. He looked at me and then the camera who was still following us out of the office.

"I'm perfect. Let's go. Don't want to miss that fight do we?" He said, I laughed and headed towards the door.

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Welp, I hope you liked it (Even tho I hate it). I'm sick and depresses and not okay. That's it bi!

Sincerely, your weird author A.J (yes I'm a female)