Jim's Best Friend: The Office AU

The Todd Packer Problem

August, 2005.

"Who has two thumbs and hates Todd Packer? This guy." Jim said into the camera, pointing at himself. The sound of Todd's voice came from the office outside, and Jim's face fell. "I hate him."
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A lot had happened in the two months since the basketball game, since the anniversary of your mother's death. You and Jim had become better friends, Pam and Roy hit a rough patch and she got drunk at the Dundies, kissing Jim at one point. You and Brian broke up, and then got back together. But above all else, the biggest thing that had happened was, well, Michael got nicer.

Sure, he was still forwarding those inappropriate spam emails and hitting a line between dark humour and flat out racism on a weekly basis, but he had gotten back into inviting you over for dinner and the pair of you spent some time together outside of work. And to the office in general, he was easing up a little. He didn't bash Toby so much, he avoided making jokes at Pam's expense, he even brought in cake when he hadn't messed up in a major way, simply for the joy of sharing cake with colleagues.

But then, the Todd Packer thing happened.

Todd Packer was an old colleague of Michael's, when he was still a sales rep, and every once and a while, the asshat would visit the office and disrupt an entire day's work with inappropriate commentary and digs at Michael.

And not only does Michael take it, he plays along, and amps up his own asshole levels to a solid 11. But the problem is, no-one knows when a feral Todd will appear, and you entered the office that extremely hot August morning in a new white work dress, with a black blazer and heel combo, thinking the most reaction you would get was Pam asking for a twirl and Kelly asking where you bought it.

Instead, you entered the office in your black and white get up, your hair styled and your makeup done to perfection you felt worthy of, and received a wolf whistle straight through the door. You looked around for the culprit, wondering if one of the guys in the office was just being funny, and your eyes caught onto him.

Todd Packer.

When you started at Dunder Mifflin six years ago, he had tried to get in bed with you, nicknaming you Jailbait, and once you had refused him for three years, he changed your nickname to Tease.

"Whoa mama! You get a boob job Y/N? God those things look amazing." He said as he walked over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and blatantly looking down at your cleavage. "Come on Tease, ain't gonna give your favourite Upper Management official a kiss hello?" He smirked, and you kept a straight face as you sat down at your desk, doing your best not to punch him in the face. Jim looked over at you, his own fists clenched, and gave you a look that asked if you wanted the asshole beaten to death. You shook your head slightly.

"Packer, I have sales to make. Please go annoy someone else." You said politely, dialling you're first number of the day, focusing on the wall ahead of you instead of his clammy hands on your shoulders.

"Always such a spoil sport Y/N..." he said with a sigh, walking away to find Michael, and letting you breathe out the breath you had been holding.

"The one day I dress up and he's here?" You sigh, waiting for someone to pick up the phone. Jim glanced back at Pam, who looked equally as uncomfortable, but the three of you didn't say anything more, getting back to work.

"Hi there, this is Y/N from Dunder Mifflin. I was calling to inquire about your paper supplier?" You said in your best call voice, opening up your computer as you spoke to the new client. "Uh huh, right. Well, I'm aware you are currently being provided for by Staples madam, however the Dunder Mifflin paper stock is not only higher quality, but better value for your money. If I could have just five minutes of your time, I could offer you some quotes for next quarter? Yes? Brilliant. Thank you very much."