𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐩𝐭. 2

        "STAY RIGHT HERE." Jim casually strolled up to his desk, fumbling his hands over his things like he's looking for something. Jim knocks over his pencil can and inconspicuously snatch's Andy's phone from his desk.

    "He's gonna put his fist through a wall." I giggle, biting my bottom lip trying to stop a smile from spreading across my face. Looking behind Andy, I caught Neil's eye. I give him a quick grin and then focused at the task at hand.

"Are there any messages?" Jim asks, quietly setting the phone down in front of him so that Pam could take it. I covered my laugh with a loud cough. Jim smirked down at me; his green eyes dancing with mischief. The taller man shot both, Pam and I a wink before sitting back down at his desk. I grabbed a few more orange jelly-beans, before taking my leave too.

***

    "Usually I'm not one for practical jokes." I easily confessed to the crew. I puffed out my chest a little, a devious look crossing over my features. "But I can make exceptions." The entire crew exploded into laughs and giggles. My full lips fell open in shock.

    "Why are you guys laughing?" Sebastian was practically on the floor while Doug and Chloe leaned on each other for support. "Come on guys! I can be terrifying!" I whined. Much to my dismay, it only made them laugh more.

***

    Jim made eye contact with me from his desk. His eyes slowly trailing to the kitchen door. I gave a quick nod, grabbing my tea and strolling into the tiny kitchen. I quickly checked both bathrooms to make sure that no one would see, and gave Jim a thumbs up once I knew the coast was clear. Jim stood from his desk, Pam following closely behind. I took my position near the door closest to the annex, and my beautiful brunette friend taking her spot near the water jug.

    A quiet snort left my nose when Jim climbed up on the counter. The man quietly pick up the ceiling tile, and chucked Andy's cellphone all the way down towards his desk. I heard it land with a loud thud and the feeling of satisfaction entered my body. Jim hopped down from his spot on the counter and turned towards me.

    "You have done well, young padawan." He praised in a God-awful Yoda voice. I snickered into my tea.

    "Thank you, Master Jim." The man bowed down, throwing his hands up like he won a major award then promptly walking out of the kitchen and to his desk. The smile that he wore never leaving his face.

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    Pure. Unadulterated. Serotonin. I know that sounds so evil and so messed up, but honestly I couldn't care less at that moment of time. I am convinced, that Andy was something that God sent down to test me to see if I would become a serial killer. I am not a serial killer, so pranking the man was the next best thing. I swiveled in my chair, just observing Andy attempting to find his phone.

    "Um... Large Tuna. Have you seen my cell phone device?" Andy asked while poking around the area behind his computer. Jim set his lips into a frown, slowly shaking his head back and forth. "No."

    "Because someone is calling right now. There is a call..." I tapped my pen to the beat, and mouthing the words to Billie, who was next to Neil, who was recording Andy. Billie and I were rocking out. I used my pen as a microphone, while she played her invisible guitar. Over the passed few months that I've known the crew, I've grown increasingly close to them. They got my humor and understood me when I tripped over my words. I was thankful for that; for them.