𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭

"So, what do you want me to say?" The man that Samantha Pierce had come to know as Michael Scott asked her as he stood in front of the large Dunder Mifflin, Inc. Paper Company sign.

Sam stood with her arms crossed behind the camera, "Just give us a little backstory of you and Dunder Mifflin."

"Okay," he turned his body away from Sam and towards the focal point of the camera, "I have been at Dunder Mifflin for twelve years. The last four as regional manager. Uh, if you wanna come through here." He gestured towards the door behind them leading them into the office space. "Ah, see, we have the entire floor." The camera began to follow him in. "So this is my kingdom, far as the eye can see."

He then approached reception where a curly-haired girl sat hunched over. He slapped his hand down on the desk, "Ah, this is our receptionist Pam." He introduced before slipping into an impression of Bam-Bam, "Pam! Pam, Pam!" He pounded on the desk whilst, "Pam Beesley. Uh, Pam has been with us, um...for...forever." He told them.

"Well, I don't know." The girl smiled while fiddling with a pen.

"If you think she's cute now you should have seen her a couple of years ago. Reow, reow." He told the camera.

Her faced dropped, "What?"

"Uh, any messages?" He asked.

She itched her nose spinning her chair over in the direction of the fax machine, "Um...yeah. Just a fax."

Michael looked down at the sheet of paper, "Pam, this is from corporate. How many times have I told you that there's a special filing cabinet for things from corporate."

 "You haven't told me—" Pam started before being interrupted by Michael.

He crumpled the paper up, "It's called the wastepaper basket!" He threw the paper into the basket then laughing, amused by the girl's face.

"Okay, that's enough," Sam told him.

Michael then questioned, "Really?"

"Uh, yep. So, uh, we can put the camera, um, down for now." She suggested. As the cameraman placed it down.

"Are you sure?" Michael questioned again. "I can keep going if you like."

Sam shook her head, "No, that's good. We got it." Michael said an okay before walking back into his office. Sam sighed, grabbing the coffee cup that she had placed off to the side. "Where to next?"

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The tall salesman took a seat in front of the camera. He greeted the crew with a hello, which they returned to him. "What do you need to know?"

"Um," Sam thought, looking down at her notebook, "what is your job here? Just a little introduction to you."

He smiled with an okay. As the camera crew prepared to film, Darren, the intern of the group leaned over and asked, "His name is Jim, right?" She nodded. "He's cute."

Sam raised her eyebrows, "Are you gay all a sudden? Should I tell Becky?" Darren shook his head in fear. Becky had been the girl he had been obsessing over for 3 weeks, which is like 3 decades in Darren years.

Jim began to answer the question in a monotone, "My job is to speak to clients, um, on the phone, about..." he paused and bulged his eyes out making Sam silently giggle, "uh, quantities and, uh...type of copier paper. You know, whether we can supply it to them, whether they can, uh...pay for it." He clicked his tongue, he then sat up straight, "I'm—I'm boring myself just talking about this." 

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Sam had positioned herself behind the camera which was right across from Jim and the weird glasses-wearing, Dwight. Michael popped behind Jim, "Wassup!" 

Jim imitated him, "Wassup." He then joked, "I still love that after seven years."

Dwight then got in on the "fun" doing a wassup himself. "What?" Michael questioned Jim.

"Huh?" He looked up, "Nothing."

Michael turned around heading back into his office, "Back to work."

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It seems the PBS crew came right in as Dunder Mifflin Scraton was about to get a new employee, well, temp. Michael came out to introduce himself to the temp, "Guilty. Guilty as charged."

The temp did a slight laugh, "Ryan Howard from the temp agency." He introduced himself as. "Daniqua sent me down to start today."

Sam had only known this guy for a little bit, but it wasn't very shocking when he took the conversation in a different direction, "Howard, like Moe Howard, Three Stooges." Ryan nodded. "Watch this, this is Moe. Nyck! Nyck! Nyck! Nyck! Nyck! Meeeeh!" 

Michael then proceeds to tell Pam it was a "guy thing" before telling Ryan he was a student of comedy, "Watch this." He turned around towards reception and grabbing the nameplate that sat there, "Here I go." He placed the nameplate above his lips and lifted his arm into a Hitler salute. Sam's mouth gaped open at the site like this was behind the line. It got worse when he had to explain to the joke, "I'm Hitler. Adolf Hitler." He then continued.

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Later, during Samantha's lunch break, Jim sat at the other table eating a tuna sandwich. Darren's mother's opened turkey casserole sat in the empty chair. He had been in the bathroom for the past ten minutes and figured he'd been in there for another ten minutes because that's just what he does.

"The Hitler thing," Jim spoke taking a sip of water, "not new." 

Sam raised her eyebrows, "Oh," she tried to think, "well..."

Jim looked down at the plastic bottle, "Please don't tell me you're Jewish."

She laughed, "No. My second step-father was though."

"Second?"

"My father is on his third husband. Well, technically fiancé." She explained.

He looked at her, "Your father?"

"Yeah, he's gay. Didn't know it till a was 16. My first boyfriend and I broke up because his family didn't support," air quotes, "'the gays.'"

Jim slightly laughed, "So, what are you on this project?"

"Producer." He nodded. "You don't know my name do you?"

"No."

"Samantha. Sam. Whichever one you want to call me." She let him have the pick.

"Jim. Only Jim."

"What no Jimmy?"