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❝BUT HE KNOWS HER NAME SHE'LL KNOW HE'LL ALWAYS BE THERE
HE LAUGHS AT HER EYES AT HER SMILE WITH THE GLASSES ON HER FACE
SHE LOVES HOW HE TALKS LATE AT NIGHT WHEN THERE'S NO ONE ELSE TO SAY❞
Madeline Whitmore looked like the kind of person who didn't belong in a paper company.
She had dark brown hair that fell in soft waves past her shoulders, usually styled effortlessly-though "effortless" for Madeline still meant better than most people tried for.
Her eyes were warm and observant, the sort that noticed everything happening in a room before anyone else did.
There was always a small hint of amusement in them, like she was quietly judging the situation but finding it entertaining anyway.
She carried herself with a kind of quiet confidence that came naturally to people who had grown up surrounded by marble floors, private schools, and family dinners that required proper posture.
Oh yeah and did I mention her family is loaded ?
Madeline wasn't the snobby girl people imagined when they heard the name Whitmore.
She was sarcastic in the best way. Quick-witted. Curious about everything. And maybe just a little stubborn when someone told her she couldn't do something.
Which was exactly why she ended up working at a small, slightly chaotic paper company in Scranton, Pennsylvania.
Yes.
A paper company.
Madeline hadn't realized how wrong that felt until she stepped into the real world.
And strangely enough...
The place she learned that lesson was a slightly dysfunctional office filled with strange coworkers, terrible coffee, and a boss who desperately wanted everyone to be his family.
But this story?
This story starts with a camera crew , an office and a documentary.
and a certain sarcastic salesman named Jim Halpert.