𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 2

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    MY HANDS IMMEDIATELY STARTED SWEATING

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MY HANDS IMMEDIATELY STARTED SWEATING. I mean of course, why wouldn't they right? I'm trying to make a good first impression on this guy, and the first thing he notices are going to be the oceans that are forming on my hands right now. I frantically rubbed my hands against my pants, praying that its only semi-sweaty when I shake his hand. Pam almost instantly perks up from her desk and waits for him to walk closer. Jim, is a nice looking dude. He's one hundred percent not my type, but I can still appreciate his looks (also he's like, ten years older than me). I slowly make my way closer to Pam, just standing in front of one of the two exits she has for her desk. Letting her be closer so she can introduce me. Therefore, I won't do it myself. Also this is her first time seeing her friend in four months, it would be rude if I rushed to the front when I've only heard epic prank stories about him.

    "No way. Get him outta here." Micheal all but shoves me into Pam's desk to get to Jim and the other man that is next to him, first. "We don't want any of this kind in here." Pam steady's me, bringing me to her side. Micheal goes up to Jim and pushes against his chest. It doesn't exactly look like a light shove either. "Good to see you, man." Micheal grins at his, once more, co-worker.

    "Wow. Okay." Jim states with an uncomfortable grin on his face. Our disaster of a boss, then turns to the man that walked in with Jim, and greets him. He is a dark skinned man with a kind face, I mean he laughed at Micheal's joke so he has to be kind.

    "How are you? Martin Nash, I presume?" Martin and Micheal shake hands, I take a few deep breaths. I want to clear my head so my words don't come out like a toddlers. Micheal gifts Martin his gift bag with a dumb grin on his face. Then asks Martin to follow him. "I will show you where all the slaves work." Martin's face drops and I close my eyes in second-hand embarrassment. "Not..." Micheal tries to fix his joke but then decides just to show the poor man his desk. When they walk away, Jim steps up to Pam's desk.

    "Hi. I'm Jim. I'm new here." He puts a pretend vacant face on, trying to get into character. Pam giggles a little bit, shooting up from her chair to meet him. I stand in the same spot behind her desk, just taking in the moment of them seeing each other again.

    "Oh, my God! It's really you!" Pam gushes as she runs into his arms. The brightest smile is slapped on Jim's face, as soon as he wraps his arms around her. The hug lasts a few moments before they let go and look at each other.

"I was just doin' a little joke there about how we'd never met." He explains looking down at the small brunette in front of him.

    "I know." Pam admits, "I don't care." I laugh softly behind them.

"Awesome." Jim responds, the smile never leaving his face. "Good to be back. The place looks really good." Pam smiles and nods her head.

"It's really good to see you." She tells him, as if he hasn't gotten the hint by now that you're really excited to see him. Jim nods before replying,

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