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𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲
"So, what's going on today?" Samantha asked Michael as he sat down in his seat, "Why don't you explain that?" She sat opposite him, behind the camera, of course. Notepad and pen in hand as he explains Diversity Day to the camera.
He turned to her once he finished, "That good?"
"Yeah." She nodded, standing up from her chair, Darren following behind her.
"Sam." Michael stopped her, "Can I call you Sam, Samantha?"
She looked at him and nodded, "Either is fine." She then moved out of the doorway so the crew could pass her.
"You know," Michael smiled at her, "I knew I liked you. You know, Sam-Sam, I think you and Pam would be good friends. Pam and Sam." He chuckled, Samantha smiled humoring the man. "What's your last name, Sam-Sam?"
She replied quickly, desperately trying to get out of his office, "Pierce."
"Mine's Scott." She furrowed her brows as she told him she already knew that. "You know, Sam-Sam, I like you."
She smiled in confusion, "Thank you?"
"And you know why I like you?" He asked her.
She answered, "Why?"
"Because you," he pointed his finger towards her as he explained, "you remind me of me."
"Uh, I—" She tries to get out in the confusion she's feeling.
He then tells her, "You are leading all these people out here. Just like me." He chuckles again, "You're not as good or as funny, I must say, but you'll get there. Maybe not as good as me. That's hard." He continues to laugh for some reason.
"Uh, actually, I don't run things here. PBS sort of does that. Also, I'm not that director, that's Dan that does that." She pointed out to Dan in the hallway, his impatience obviously clear.
"Well, he's no fun. Plus, you look a hell of a lot like me. You could be my daughter. How old are you?" He looks upwards like he's thinking into his brain.
Sam interrupts him before he can go any further, "Uh, well, I have to go before we're behind schedule."
"O-okay. Come back soon, honey!" He says in a "fatherly" voice that comes out more rough.
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Sam watches as she doesn't try to burst out laughing as Dwight says, "tit for tit." She then suggests to Dan that they should ask Jim some questions about the sale Dwight interrupted by shredding paper.
The group, now including Jim, move into the conference room as they ask him about the sale. "This is my biggest sale of the year. They love me over there for some reason. I'm not really sure why, but, uh..."
She hears Darren mutter, "Oh, I know why. I for sure know why."
Sam turns to whisper-yell at Darren, "Oh, I am definitely telling Becky about this." She turns away facing Jim again as Darren begs her not to, she ignores him.
"So, you know, I buy a mini bottle of champagne and celebrate a little." She smiles, imagining that party, "And this year I'm pushing recycle paper on them for one percent more. I know, I'm getting cocky, right?" Jim joked.
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Eyes bulge out of the whole crew's head as the watch Michael's disastrous Chris Rock impression. Safe to say this guy should not be doing any impressions. Dictators or comedians.
Or leading Diversity Tomorrow, a rebellion towards corporate's requirement of Diversity Today. It was kind of satisfying to see him get slapped in the end after an Indian impression towards the customer service girl, Kelly. Why did PBS choose this place?
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"I'm sorry about your sale," Sam apologized to Jim as they both stood in the elevator as it went down to the lobby.
He waved her off, "Oh, it's fine. It's not your fault anyway."
Sam lightly chuckles, "Yeah, but I figured Michael or Dwight isn't going to apologize for it."
Jim joins her in laughter, silence then falling upon the two. The elevator doors ding open the two exiting the building. "I guess, I'll see you tomorrow?"
